O empty hands, that never touched you;
O empty arms, that never rocked you;
O empty eyes, that never saw you,
Now filled with tears torrential.
O empty womb, that could not hold you;
O empty mind, that can’t forget you;
O empty heart, that longed to love you,
And loves you now although you never lived.
O motherless child, lost, not forgotten;
O name that I gave you,
Though I could not give you life—
O Emma, come back to me.