Your dear love holds me close to you.
If I could see you face to face
It would not be more sweet and true;
I do not hear the words you speak,
Nor touch your hands, nor see your eyes:
Yet, far away the flowers may grow
From whence to me the fragrance flies;
And so, across the empty miles
Light from my star shines. Is it, dear,
Your love has never gone away?