Classic Poem

Ach, die Augen sind es wieder

Ah, those eyes again which always
Made my welcome seem completer;
And those lips again which always
Made my harsh life somehow sweeter.

And the voice is just as always,
When its lightest whisper gladdened.
Only I as always;
I am home, but changed and saddened.

Now I feel white arms about me
Close and passionately twining, —
Yet I lie upon her bosom
Unresponsive and repining.