The poem
Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring again: Twice no one dies.
Flower-petals flee; But since it once hath been, No more that severing scene Can harrow me.
Birds faint in dread: I shall not lose old strength In the lone frost's black length: Strength long since fled!
Leaves freeze to dun; But friends cannot turn cold This season as of old For him with none.
Tempests may scath; But love cannot make smart Again this year his heart Who no heart hath.
Black is night's cope; But death will not appal One, who past doubtings all, Waits in unhope.