This summer wind with thee and me
⁠Roams in the dawn of day;
But thou must be, when it shall be,
⁠Ere evening—far away.

The farewell's echo from thy soul
⁠Should not depart before
Hills rise and distant rivers roll
⁠Between us evermore.

I know that I have done thee wrong,
⁠Have wronged both thee and Heaven;
And I may mourn my lifetime long
⁠And may not be forgiven.

Repentant tears will vainly fall
⁠To cover deeds untrue,
For by no grief can I recall
⁠The dreary word adieu!

Yet thou a future peace shalt win,
⁠Because thy soul is clear;
And I who had the heart to sin
⁠Will find a heart to bear.

Till far beyond earth's frenzied strife,
⁠That makes destruction joy,
Thy perished faith shall spring to life,
⁠And my remorse shall die.

March 2, 1844.