Wenn die gedämpfte Glut
Sich müh´voll Luft verschafft,
Dann dringt mit voller Wuth
Hervor der Flamme Kraft.
So, das gequälte Herz,
Darf´s nicht dem Herzen nah´n:
Es bricht der Liebe Schmerz
sich endlich selbst die Bahn.

Heinrich Martin
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