" Ah joy beyond the world's desire!
What burning dream was this?
Their breathless souls drew in like fire
All heaven in a kiss!
Through deeps of space, it seemed to him,
Her voice thrilled low: - 'Dear love,' she said,
'My spirit faints; the world grows dim
With joy that makes my soul afraid.'
And from her arms' dear bondage he
Loosed him, and said low-voiced, 'On me
Fear also comes. And now from thee
Must I begone till day shall be.'
Nor made they other speech,
But parted there as dreamers might
Whom some wild vision of the night
Fulfils with anguish and delight,
An-hungered each for each. "
Tristan and Iselut
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