Early and late
I watch and wait
At Memory’s Gate
As I peer through
Friends I once knew
Throng the dim view
They seem so near
I almost hear
The words they say
O moments rare!
Dear Vision fair!
Loved ones are there!
Some day I know
That I shall go
To where they dwell
‘Till then? Ah! Well
Early and late
I''ll watch and wait
At Memory’s Gate
Not much was left
From heinous theft
Of beauty bereft
That brittle grace
That brief embrace
Alles ist tot
And still at night
When abject light
Softens its plight
Your arms in sight
As summer dies fast
I’m happy at last