So clearly I remember seeing
before my eyes your features dear,
Like some angelic, heav'nly being,
Of charm and beauty without peer.
In throes of sadness without measure,
When woes and tribulations rise,
I hear your voice my dearest treasure,
I dream of your endearing eyes.
The years went by, severe and stormy,
And I forgot my youthful choice.
I did not see your eyes before me,
I did not hear your angel voice.
Exiled, alone in my far station
I spend my days in hopeless strife,
With no more joy, no inspiration,
With no more tears, nor love, nor life.
But time has brought a new decision,
Once more I hold you in my arms,
Once more, I see you, heav'nly vision
A creature of angelic charms.