What joyful dreams while our summers seemed
To stretch forever beneath hopeful bending skies…
It was a a marvelous thing to watch love take wing
To feel ascedant and true, to hear the sparrow sing
But now decends the northern winds –
Icy reflections, the weather strong.
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long,
While I, because of my insidious wrong,
now grieve, and mourn, and fast.