Out in the cold

Oh, sun! Thou shine´st no longer  my heart

and warm´st my skin no more.

Me eyes yet blinded by thy dusk,

as thee art, what I adore -

too much to turn away my sight.

Ne´er will my soul grow desperate,

it longeth for thy soon return.

Though the cold night now embraceth

me, I still can feel

the heat, the ember and the hope

of thy holy light.

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