Finally, when all the summer shine
This heats up the night life is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them ultimately close - finally!
Not oft the robin comes to build
The nest upon the leafless bough
In autumn robbed, by winter chilled, -
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Although there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, actually -
Brands that time ruthlessly plow
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth -
Although each girl fled grace
Could win or hold a lover's promise,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more waste my tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
Weep no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear that not all the time or destination
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