When thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be starting

    WHEN thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be 
         starting, 
    I did not pray 
    That thou shouldst stay ; 
    Alone I lay 
    And dreamed and wept and watched thee on thy way. 

    But now thou dost return, yea, after parting, 

    And me embrace, 

    Our souls enlace ; 

    Ask thou no grace ; 
    Thou shalt be aye confined to this place. 

    Alone, alone I lie, ah, bitter smarting! 

    Thou to the last 

    Didst cling, kiss fast, 

    Yet art thou past 
    Beyond me, in the hollow of a blast.