The hoarse wind blows colder;
Lights shine in the town.
She will start from her dwelling,
When gusts shake the door;
She will hear the winds howling,
Will hear her heart roar.
We shall see, while above us,
The astonishment roar and whirl,
A ceiling of amber,
A pavement of pearl.
Here came a mortal,
But faithless was she.
And alone dwell for ever
Who...