Meet me again as at that time
In the hollow of the lane; 
I will not pass as in my prime
I passed at each day's wane. 
- Ah, I remember! 
To do it you will have to see
Anew this sorry scene wherein you have ceased to be! 

But I will welcome your aspen form
As you gaze wondering round
And say with spectral frail alarm, 
"Why am I still here found? 
- Ah, I remember! 
It is through him with blitheful brow
Who did not love me then, but loves and draws me now!" 

And I shall answer: "Sweet of eyes, 
Carry me with you, Dear, 
To where you donned this spirit-guise; 
It's better there than here!" 
- Till I remember
Such is a deed you cannot do: 
Wait must I, till with flung-off flesh I follow you.