WHEN thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be
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.