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.