Now falls the dusk upon my lonely room,
And silence weighs full heavy on my breast;
I wander lost within this twilight gloom,
Denying my weary spirit peaceful rest.
But look above! The same pale moon holds sway,
That silver orb which watches o’er us both;
The wind that stole my heavy sigh away,
Shall bear to thee the witness of my troth.
Let leagues stretch out and oceans roar between,
They cannot sever souls that intertwine;
Through distinct realms and shadows unforeseen,
My constant heart beats ever close to thine.
Await the morn when parting is no more,
When hands and lips shall meet in sweet reprieve;
Like voyagers upon a golden shore,
We’ll weave a joy that time cannot bereave.
