WILD SONGS, NOCTURNAL LOVE

                          WILD SONGS

                           Karl Marx 

                              II

                        NOCTURNAL LOVE

                  Frantic, he holds her near,
                      Darkly looks in her eye.
                  "Pain so burns you, Dear,
                      And at my breath you sigh.

                  "Oh, you have drunk my soul.
                      Mine is your glow, in truth.
                  My jewel, shine your fill.
                      Glow, blood of youth."

                  "Sweetest, so pale your face,
                      So wondrous strange your words.
                  See, rich in music's grace
                      The lofty gliding worlds."

                  "Gliding, dearest, gliding,
                      Glowing, stars, glowing.
                  Let us go heavenwards riding,
                      Our souls together flowing."

                  His voice is muffled, low.
                      Desparate, he looks about.
                  Glances of crackling flame
                      His hollow eyes shoot out.

                  "You have drunk poison, Love.
                      With me you must away.
                  The sky is dark above,
                      No more I see the day."

                  Shuddering, he pulls her close to him.
                      Death in the breast doth hover.
                  Pain stabs her, piercing deep within,
                      And eyes are closed forever.