A Wife Consoled By Her Husband's Arrival

Cold is the wind, fast falls the rain,

    The cock aye shrilly crows.

  But I have seen my lord again;--

    Now must my heart repose.

  Whistles the wind, patters the rain,

    The cock's crow far resounds.

  But I have seen my lord again,

    And healed are my heart's wounds.

  All's dark amid the wind and rain,

    Ceaseless the cock's clear voice!

  But I have seen my lord again;--

    Should not my heart rejoice?