Love was playing hide-and-seek,
And we deemed that he was gone,
Tears were on my withered cheek
For the setting of our sun;
Dark it was around, above,
But he came again, my love!

Chill and dear in wan November,
We recall the happy spring,
While bewildered we remember
When the woods began to sing,
All alive with leaf and wing,
Leafless lay the silent grove;
But he came again, my love!

And our melancholy frost
Woke to radiance in his rays,
Who wore the look of one we lost
In the far-away dim days;
No prayer, we sighed, the dead may move,
Yet he came again, my love!

Love went to sleep, but not for ever,
And we deemed that he was dead;
Nay, shall aught avail to sever
Hearts who once indeed were wed?
Garlands for his grave we wove,
But he came again, my love!