In Tenebris

   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 cannot turn cold
This season as of old
   For him with none.

   Tempests may scath;
But love cannot 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.

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