Our love the same, but not our fates;
And he who, in these later years,
Seeks me, seeks also scorching tears.
'Tis long since I have breathed thy name!
It once could turn my heart to flame;
But now, so changed and cold am I,
I only speak it with a sigh,
That dreams, whose proper home is Heaven,
To hearts o'ertasked with Earth, are given!
Oh, long forsaken! no fond dream,