She's coming—
The woman I loved and lost!
Widowed at last and once more free.
One hand, two, or arms? Ah, me!
Our meeting, her greeting—....
O what will it be?
She's coming—
The woman I loved—and love!
Long have I waited so hopelessly;
One year, all—yet faithfully.
Returning! I'm yearning....
Be kind, gods, to me!
Yes, coming!
O woman beloved of all,
Come to arms that still ache so for thee!
One age, two, Eternity
For loving, for Loving
Awaits you and me.