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HAT will you do through the waiting days, What will my darling do? Will you sleep, or wander in those strange ways Until I can come to you?

Do you cry at the door as I cry here, Death's door that lies between? Do you plead in vain for my love, my dear, As you stand by my side unseen?

Who will comfort your difficult ways That were hard to understand, When I who knew you through all your days, Can give you no helping hand?

When I who loved you no word can speak, Though your ghost should cry to me, Can give no help, though my heart should break At the thought of your agony. [94]