Was the room never empty? Not once?
When I leaned in that chair, which one of us two did he see?
Did he feel us both on his bosom?
How strange! If I spoke to her now she would hear me,
She alone ...
Would tell me all, through her weeping,
Or rise up and curse me, perhaps—
As I might her, were she living!
But since she is dead, I will go—
Go home, and leave them together ...