No beacon gleams afar;
A wilderness of winter, frost and snow,
Sad and alone I hang my head in woe.
’Tis vain to strive against the will of fate
(No sun, no moon, no star);
Where I had looked for love, I found but hate
(No beacon gleams afar);
I gave my heart, my all, to one who cares
Now nought for me—no one my sorrow shares.