Prelude - Lohengrin

 Love, out of the depth of things,
As a dewfall felt from above,
From the heaven whence only springs
Love,

Love, heard from the heights thereof,
The clouds and the watersprings,
Draws close as the clouds remove.


And the soul in it speaks and sings,
A swan sweet-souled as a dove,
An echo that only rings
Love.

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