Ten years have we been parted: The living and the dead-Hearing no news, Not thinkingAnd yet forgetting nothing!I cannot come to your grave a thousand miles away To converse with you and whisper my longing; And even if we did meetHow would you greetMy weathered face, my hair a frosty white?Last nightI dreamed I had suddenly returned to our old homeAnd saw you sitting there before the familiar dressing table We looked at each other in silence,With misty eyes beneath the candle light. May we year after yearIn heartbreak meet, On the pine-crest, In the moonlight!