When by the door I may watch and wait for the form I will not see;
When the love that is now my heaven, the kisses that make my life,
You will bestow on another, and that other will be your wife.
“You will grow tired of serving, though you do not call it so;
You will long for a love that is pure, the love that we two know.
God knows that I loved you dearly, with a passion strong and pure,
But you will grow tired and leave me though I gave up all for you.
“I was pure as the morning when I first looked upon your face;
I knew I never could reach you, on your high exalted place,
But I looked and loved and worshiped, as a flower might worship a star,