BOUND for your far-off native shore From alien lands you went away; I shall remember evermore The tears I shed upon that day. My hands grew colder as they tried To keep you from forsaking me; "End not," my soul to Heaven cried, "The parting's dreadful agony!" But, you, whose lips with mine were blent In bitterness, your lips tore free; From lands of sullen banishment To other lands you summoned me. You said to me: "When we shall meet, Where skies of azure never end, Within the olives' dark retreat, That kiss shall come to life, my friend." But there, alas! where azure gleam Irradiates the vaulted skies, Beneath the cliff where waters dream, You fell asleep no more to rise. Your beauty in the grave's abyss, Has vanished, and your misery -- Gone is the resurrection kiss.... I wait for it. It is for me. |