The waiting time is nearly done;
My heart feels light and gay
Because my one and only one
My Aud flies home today.
I'll count the hours and bide the time
Which, well I know will crawl
Until, late in the airport line,
I'll see my all in all.
She'll shine out, with her lovely charms,
An egret among crows;
I'll run and take her in my arms
And hug her, Heaven knows.
How can I tell her, truly show
How empty life has seemed
These three long weeks not seeing her
Except in fleeting dreams.
Now I can feel what widows feel
Whose loves will ne'er return;
How desolate and longingly
Their hearts must inward burn.
And now I pity widowers
That line the lonely bars
Hoping deceptive spirits
Can shorten empty hours.
They dream of seasons told in song
When lovers made return,
After some absence far too long
When their true worth was learned.
They dream of what a blessed thing
It was to hear her voice,
And what a blessed lingering
After that first rejoice.
And so, my sweet, my blessing true
May Angels guard your flight
Until I once more harbor you
And hold you, awed, tonight.
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