Sighing winds and chilling rain.
Withered fillets, garlands sere,
Bind her brow and deck her bier—
Urnlike lilies, violets frail,
Faded blossoms of the vale,
Thickly strew her loosened hair.
Sorrowing o’er his daughter fair,
Sadly bends the stricken Year,
To her lips applies his ear;
For the voice which long ago