For the shores of thy distant home

Thou hast forsaken the foreign land;

In a memorable sad hour

I before thee cried long.

Tho’ cold my hands were growing

Thee back to hold they tried;

And begged of thee my parting groan

The gnawing weariness not to break.

But from my bitter kisses thou

Thy lips away hast torn;

From the land of exile dreary

Calling me to another land.

Thou saidst: on the day of meeting

Beneath a sky forever blue

Olives’ shade beneath love’s kisses

Again my friend we shall unite.

But where alas! the vaults of sky

Shining are with glimmer blue

Where ’neath the rocks the waters slumber—

With last sleep art sleeping thou.

And beauty thine and sufferings

In the urnal grave have disappeared—

But the kiss of meeting is also gone …

But still I wait: thou art my debtor! …