While waiting for thy return,
And imagining thee being near;
While observing thy boat turn
And hoping thee coming back down here,
I thought heaven . . .

Even though I felt alone,
And do know that thou dost not love me;
Even though thy boat was gone
And my heart so empty without thee,
I thought heaven . . .

For thy face being tender,
And thine eyes spreading warmth and brightness;
For thou being a wonder
The only one by far the greatest,
I thought heaven must be you.