Come Walk With Me by Emily Brontë. Dvorak - Waltz No.1 from Opus 54 (excerpt).

Come, walk with me

There's only thee to bless my spirit now

We used to love on winter nights to wander through the snow

Can we not woo back old delights?

The clouds rush dark and wild

They fleck with shade our mountain heights,the same as long ago

And on the horizon rest at last,in looming masses piled

While moonbeams flash and fly so fast,we scarce can say they smiled

Come walk with me,come walk with me,we were not once so few

But Death has stolen our company as sunshine steals the dew

He took them one by one and we are left the only two

So closer would my feelings twine because they have no stay but thine

'Nay call me not - it may not be.Is human love so true?

Can Friendship's flower droop on for years and then revive anew?

No,though the soil be wet with tears.How fair soe'er it grew

The vital sap once perished will never flow again and surer than that dwelling dread

The narrow dungeon of the dead,time parts the hearts of men.