What will you do through the waiting days,
⁠What will my darling do?
Will you sleep, or wander in those strange ways
⁠Until I can come to you?

Do you cry at the door as I cry here,
⁠Death's door that lies between?
Do you plead in vain for my love, my dear,
⁠As you stand by my side unseen?

Who will comfort your difficult ways
⁠That were hard to understand,
When I who knew you through all your days,
⁠Can give you no helping hand?

When I who loved you no word can speak,
⁠Though your ghost should cry to me,
Can give no help, though my heart should break
⁠At the thought of your agony.