For him I waited years in vain,
This time now seems like drowsiness.
Yet light invincible did reign
Three years ago, on Lazarus.
My voice would break, then words entomb:
Before me stood my smiling groom.
Behind the pane, the candles strolled
In unfast crowds. O pious eve!
So easy will iced April cleave,
Above these crowds the church bells tolled,
The wisest comfort will pain slake.
And blackest wind the flames then shake.
White narcissus the table smote,
Red wine cups waiting to be sipped,
My sight akin to dawn's red mist;
My hand, entrapped in wax's coat,
It trembled with this kiss my choice,
And my blood sang: blessed one, rejoice!