Wail - oh desolate gale. Bring forth your bitter winds. Wail through heart and through soul. A poisoned kiss so deathly cold. Vanish grief and inner pain.
Hasten to the bridal bed -. Underneath the grave 'tis spread:. In darkness may our love be hid,. Oblivion be our coverlid -. We may rest, and none forbid..
...And I thought, "So haunting, is the grey mist". . As today's dawn brings tears to my eyes. (though they are tears of the harsh wind). So painful are these thoughts.