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.