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

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