Thoughts Of The Sunlight

     Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer,

     And parched the grass.

     Breezes, freh breezes at dawn's early shimmer,

     Flit by repass.

     Look at the willows against a clear heaven,

     Cloudless and wide.

     Better, Far better not to be given

     Thee for thy bride!

     Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter.

     Oh, darkness! Gloom!

     Once again . . . Morning,

     Tell me if winter is come.