Of that which once cemented cannot part.
Come to me, loved one,—
Spirit though thou art.
Come to me, loved one, when the breeze is sighing,
And the far sky shines with a lonely light;
Where loving lips to loving words replying,
Make even this cloudy world divinely light.
Come to me, loved one,
Let our souls unite!
For I would live, and love, and ever be