Wait till I kneel[45] down, mother—
Now[46] I lay me down to sleep—keep off—[47]
Help! help! help! I shall die—
Give me some air—I smother!
I am saved![48] Now let the cold world scoff.
* * * * *
Fierce blows the gale and cold,
Loudly the windows[49] rattle,
And the stars are paling[50] out with fright:
Oh, ’tis a tale oft told: