Perchance I may drink the water that flows through the pastures green.
“Perchance we may meet in heaven, and walk in the streets above,
With nothing to grieve or part us, since our sinning was all through love.
God says, ‘Love one another,’ and down to the depths of hell
Will he send the soul of a woman, because she loved and fell.
“Perchance if we had never met, I had been spared this last regret,
This endless striving to forget; and yet, I could not bear the pain
Of never seeing you again.
Ah, leave me not, I love but thee; blessing or curse whiche’er thou be;
Oh, be as thou hast been to me, forever and forever.”’