Song

Softly sighs the gracious wind-- Dash of rose, in deeps of sky, Love is fair and love is kind,-- Singing free--I passed him by.

Shredded clouds are whirled in air, Winter stalks adown the gale Tossing wide Love's golden hair-- Cease the singing--Love grows pale.

Howls the grey sky to the sea-- Loose the storm-dogs from their bed. Turned I back--and woe is me-- I must die--for Love is dead.