Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer, And parched the grass. Breezes, freh breezes at dawn's early shimmer, Flit by repass. Look at the willows against a clear heaven, Cloudless and wide. Better,
Far better not to be given Thee for thy bride! Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter. Oh, darkness!
Gloom! Once again . . .
Morning, Tell me if winter is come.
