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None shall slumber, none shall close their eyes,
Not even thou, oh Princess fair,
In thy cold chamber,
Gazing upon stars that quiver with love,
And hope’s ephemeral ember.

My mystery, my soul doth keep,
And my name shall forever sleep,
But on thy lips, it shall breathe,
When light reveals its wreath.

My kiss shall shatter the stillness,
Making thee mine in fullness.
Depart, oh night!
Fade, ye stars!
At dawn, I shall conquer,
And claim thee as mine forevermore!