Eternity
Reading edition
She's coming— The woman I loved and lost! Widowed at last and once more free. One hand, two, or arms? Ah, me! Our meeting, her greeting—.... O what will it be? She's coming— The woman I loved—and love! Long have I waited so hopelessly; One year, all—yet faithfully. Returning! I'm yearning.... Be kind, gods, to me! Yes, coming! O woman beloved of all, Come to arms that still ache so for thee! One age, two, Eternity For loving, for Loving Awaits you and me.
