b"\n_START_ARTICLE_\nMy pent-up tears oppress my brain\n_START_SECTION_\nTekst\n_START_PARAGRAPH_\nBridge begon bij 'My pent-up tears':_NEWLINE_Still glides the stream, slow drops the boat_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Under the rustling poplars' shade;_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Silent the swans beside us float--_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_None speaks, none heeds; ah, turn thy head!_NEWLINE_Let those arch eyes now softly shine,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_That mocking mouth grow sweetly bland;_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Ah, let them rest, those eyes, on mine!_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_On mine let rest that lovely hand!)_NEWLINE_My pent-up tears oppress my brain,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_My heart is swoln with love unsaid._NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Ah, let me weep, and tell my pain,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_And on thy shoulder rest my head!_NEWLINE_Before I die--before the soul,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Which now is mine, must re-attain_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Immunity from my control,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_And wander round the world again;_NEWLINE_Before this teased o'erlabour'd heart_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_For ever leaves its vain employ,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_Dead to its deep habitual smart,_NEWLINE__NEWLINE_And dead to hopes of future joy."