I am dying; but what of that? Your hands are under my head, And your tears are on my cheek And I am happy at last -- Bitter has been the pain! Yea I have paid the price For this last moment with you But all is well at the end; Your hands are under my head, And your tears are on my cheek. So you love me, after all! And I bless the eternal dark Into which I sink and fall That I've found you -- at the last. |