It is long waiting for the dear companions,
The friends that come not, though God knows I need them.
I smile and wait; and yet
The heart will fret.

A white cloud in the east is shining; sadly
I see; my heart is all too full of longing,
With the old-time delight
To view the sight.

Wherefore I turn and in the eyes of women,
In the strong hands of men, seek compensation.
My prayer begins and ends,
God give me friends.