(A month before the month of May)
To pray for a lover that’s far away!
But, Christabel, I cannot see
The powerful cause that sways with thee
Thus, with a face all waxen white,
To wander forth on a winter night.
The snow hath ceased, dear lady meek,
But the night is chill and bleak!—
And clouds are passing swift away
Before the moon so cold and gray—