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1834 - 1882
ONCE in a saintly passion
I cried with desperate grief,
THE fire that filled my heart of old
Gave luster while it burned;
Now only ashes gray and cold
Are in its silence urned.
Ah! better was the furious flame,
The splendor with the smart;
I never cared for the singer's fame
But, oh! for the singer's heart
The burning fulgent heart!
© 2000 Elena and Yacov Feldman