From barren space beyond the bright sun’s flame;
To-night there dwells a horror in the night.
How sad, how sad the wind is, Dear, to-night,
And O! so full of grief, regret, and shame
And fear of thousand things that have no name!
The stars even wink back their tears, to-night.
O! break upon me, storm of grief—break! break!
Hiding black hearts behind that pallid moon,
The sooner will come calmness, sun, and noon.
Take me within your arms, Dear, quickly take!