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Down the cliffs, over crevices
Down to the fishing harbor on the beach,
Where I now in haste write down
These farewell lines to you.
When you read them, I shall
Already be at sea on the ship out yonder,
Which only waits for me, ready to
Spread its wings towards the New World in the west,
whither
I have dreamed you would follow!
You did not want to do that.
I am going alone. Nevermore
Will you see Fernando, Clara!
But yet he wanted you to know
That he still lives,
Lives, and cannot forget you,
Lives, and forgives you!"
(She slowly repeats the last words.)
Lives, and forgives you!
Thanks, Fernando! I shall take
These words with me to the grave,
Where I am going now.
Ah, Fernando! You have your revenge!
Nobody in the whole world
Is so alone, so miserable,
As your poor, poor Clara!
(Sinking on her knees.)
Yet forgive me, o Madonna!
I am eternally thankful to you!
You have heard my prayer, have rescued him,
Freed him, as if by a miracle!
I led him cruelly to death
Yet he is the one I shall always love.
He is saved! Now may the righteous will of heaven
Decide my fate!
Shall I continue to be a martyr here
With my terrible husband,
Or will it be kindly granted to me
To hide this poor, hot,
Sin-heavy head
Under the peace of the nun's veil,
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