I. Oh, Give Me Light, To-Day, Or Let Me Die, - The Light Of Love, The Love-Light Of The Sky, - That I, At Length, May See My Darling'S Face One Minute'S Space. Ii. Have I Not Wept To Know Myself So Weak That I Can Feel, Not See, The Dimpled Cheek, The Lips, The Eyes, The Sunbeams That Enfold Her Locks Of Gold? Iii. Have I Not Sworn That I Will Not Be Wed, But Mate My Soul With Hers On My Death-Bed? The Soul Can See, - For Souls Are Seraphim, - When Eyes Are Dim. Iv. Oh, Hush! She Comes. I Know Her. She Is Nigh. She Brings Me Death, True Heart, And I Will Die. She Brings Me Love, For Love And Life Are One Beyond The Sun. V. This Is The Measure, This, Of All My Joys: Life Is A Curse And Death'S A Counterpoise. Give Me Thy Hand, O Sweet One, Let Me Know Which Path I Go. Vi. I Cannot Die If Thou Be Not A-Near, To Lead Me On To Life'S Appointed Sphere. O Spirit-Face, O Angel, With Thy Breath Kiss Me To Death!