The storm is violent tonight
That beats ‘gainst my window sills.
And here I sit in pain and plight
Hearing the fading nocturnal shrills.
The misery of man is sung to me
In plaintive numbers the storm brings.
The dance of death now seems glee
Which to my ailing heart a knell rings.
What pretty plight,
That grips this world?
What dreadful sight,
This night I behold?
Earth was the right place for love
Now you only come here to mourn
She was as serene as a white dove
Which has now far away flown.