Lyric

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Lyric

From Day to Day, from Night to Night

From day to day, from night to night

My summer passes; autumn creeps

Nearer; before mine eyes the light

Fades out; my soul is blind and sleeps.

Everything sleeps; and I ponder:

Do I yet live, or do I wander,

A dead thing, through my term of years,

A void of laughter as of tears?

Come to me, my fate! Where art thou?

Oh, I have no fate.

God, if Thou dost scorn to love me,

Grant me but Thy hate!

Only let my heart not wither

Slowly, day by day,

Useless as a fallen tree-trunk

Rotting by the way.

Let me live, and live in spirit

Loving all mankind;

Or, if not, then let my curses

Strike the sunlight blind.

Wretched is the fettered captive,

Dying, and a slave;

But more wretched he that, living,

Sleeps, as in a grave,

Till he falls asleep for ever,

Leaving not a sign

That there faded into darkness

Something once divine.

Come to me, my fate! Where art thou?

Oh, I have no fate.

God, if Thou dost scorn to love me,

Grant me but Thy hate!