Oh! my lonely — lonely — lonely — Pillow!
Where is my lover? where is my lover?
Is it his bark which my dreary dreams discover?
⁠Far — far away! and alone along the billow?

⁠Oh! my lonely — lonely — lonely — Pillow!
Why must my head ache where his gentle brow lay?
How the long night flags lovelessly and slowly
⁠And my head droops over thee like the willow!

⁠Oh! thou, my sad and solitary Pillow!
Send me kind dreams to keep my heart from breaking
In return for the tears I shed upon thee waking;
⁠Let me not die till hе comes back o'er the billow

⁠Thеn if thou wilt — no more my lonely Pillow
In one embrace let these arms again enfold him
And then expire of the joy — but to behold him!
⁠Oh! my lone bosom! — oh! my lonely Pillow!