When two friends departed,
with silence and soft tears,
sullen and broken hearted
their absence was for years,
wandered in heat and cold,
but colder for want of a kiss:
But now the reunion foretold,
so a cheer to all of this.
In the soft light of morning,
a frown on my old brow,
the chill felt like a warning,
but not that way now.
Her memory is not broken,
and light in heaven her fame;
I can hear my name spoken,
and share in its shame.
Her name and His before me,
to kneel on my right knee,
and a shutter comes over me,
only a bright light do I see.
If only I knew it was thee,
who knew of my mind too well
and of the man I want to be,
so now in the light you tell.
If only earlier in life we had met
the silence for you not to grieve,
that in your heart you could forget,
but your spirit would never deceive.
Now that I should again meet thee,
after so many long, hard years,
how now should I greet thee?
Only with awe and silence and tears. |
