We cut the poem in halves, and took each a half to keep as a token of our lasting union, and as a sign of recognition when we should some day meet again.
"Lili went away.

We wrote to each other for several years, and our friendship continued as fervent as ever.

These letters were the only drops of comfort in the monotonous loneliness of my life after I lost Lili.

When I was about seventeen, I received a letter which told me that her father had decided to go to America.

She promised to write again as soon as they were settled in their new life.