I am in loneliness no longer alone,
for where my gazes wander over the walls,
thither floats thy laughing, countless times
I hear thy footsteps in the ticking of the clock.

And slowly thou approachest from so far, so small.
I see a broad, misty halo suround thee with a pale
lightless veil,
Then thy gentle steps descend softly towards me.

Thy breath stirs me, thou hast appeared
I see thine eyes lock into mine eyes
I listen in the wind, that moans past the windowpanes
and through the chimney, for your words
So terribly sad and fragile, I see you standing there
with head declined to weep in my arms.