The Broussa evening fades in night;The stars appear serene and bright;Ah! would that they might shed their lightOn you and me together.
Four years have come, four years have gone,And still I linger here aloneAnd count the stars that might have shoneOn you and me together.
The evenings fade, the nights go by;The stars move on across the sky, --What nights and days between us lieWe might have spent together!
The grooves of life that lovers wearDeeper and deeper every yearAnd tread together are, my dear,Untrod by us together.
