OH why did you heed, Eugene, The signs that she made to you? Death is a coz'ning queen; Why did you kiss her frozen face, Courting her ruthless iron embrace? Come back, come back, Eugene, Eugene! Come back in your youth, Eugene, Or come in your naked bones Out of your grave of green; Come in your armour, clanking, bright, Come in your shroud, too long, too white— Come back, come back, Eugene, Eugene! I listen all night, Eugene, For hoofs of a spectral horse, Into the dark I lean, Ready to ride with you and be Galloping out to eternity— Come back, come back, Eugene, Eugene! The winds know your name, Eugene, They shriek it aloud, aloud; Ah, though you lie between Breasts of the bride whom none desert, Leave her a moment, heal my hurt, Come back for me, Eugene, Eugene! |