I just recall this wondrous instant:
You have arrived before my face
--
A vision, fleeting in a distance,
A spirit of the pure grace.
In pine of sorrow unfair,
In worldly harassment and noise
I dreamed of
your beloved air
And heard your quiet, gentle voice.
Years passed. The tempests' rebel senders
Have scattered this delightful
dream,
And I forgot this sound tender
And how heavenly you seemed.
In gloomy dark of isolation,
My days were gradually moved,
Without
faith and inspiration,
Without tears, life, and love.
My soul awoke with decision:
And you again came as a blest,
Like an
enchanting fleeting vision,
A spirit of the pure grace.
My heart beats on in resurrection --
It has again for what to
strive:
Divinity and inspiration,
Life, tears, and eternal love.