Intenebris 1 - Cleo Laine

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