You are rest, gentle peace; the longing, you, and that which satisfies it.
I consecrate to you, full of joy and sorrow, as a dwelling place here, my eyes and heart.
Come commune with me, and close quietly behind you the gates.
Drive other pain from this breast.
Full may this heart be of you joy.
The temple of these eyes from your radiance alone brightens; oh, fill it completely.
I consecrate to you, full of joy and sorrow, as a dwelling place here, my eyes and heart.
Come commune with me, and close quietly behind you the gates.
Drive other pain from this breast.
Full may this heart be of you joy.
The temple of these eyes from your radiance alone brightens; oh, fill it completely.
- Franz Schubert
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