Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies

Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me

Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
Strength long since fled!

Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends can not turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none

Tempests may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath

Black is night’s cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past doubtings all
Waits in unhope