Alone!  An empty room, an empty chair,
My love has gone, I know not where,
But leaves me here alone. 

Alone!  No friendly voice, now warm caress,
My fists against my temples press,
To still his memory.

But fierce it comes, and fierce it stays.
Though fate has cast us separate ways,
I think of him. 

Hark!  Do I hear a footstep fall?
Dare I hope then after all
That he has returned? 

Nay, it is not hope but certainty.
There he stands to gaze at me
Across the room. 

Forgive me, dear heart, then he cries,
Flinging his arms open wide,
And I run to him.