That wind I used to hear it swell… With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears w… But rapture made me weep I used to love on winter nights

Riches I hold in light esteem And Love I laugh to scorn And lust of Fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn– And if I pray, the only prayer

Silent is the house: all are laid… One alone looks out o’er the snow-… Watching every cloud, dreading eve… That whirls the wildering drift, a… Cheerful is the hearth, soft the m…

I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps trea… Lie low and lone the silent dead— Beneath the turf– beneath the moul…

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending

Hope was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish—hearted men. She was cruel in her fear;

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere… But most where trees are sending

Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose—br… But which will bloom most constant… The wild rose-briar is sweet in sp…

Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,

O thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow; O thy sweet tongue must plead for… And tell why I have chosen thee!

The day is done, the winter sun Is setting in its sullen sky; And drear the course that has been… And dim the hearts that slowly die… No star will light my coming night…