Across the view the long wall stretches
Dark, but topped with lonely snow
Stark branches grasp a sky that’s low
In hope or joy and only fetches
To the scene notes melancholic
A sombre vista, not a frolic!
Yet like the evergreens that strive
While winter weighs on everything
To half remind one of the spring
I choose to see hope’s well alive
And shines for me in two fine eyes
That can eclipse the summer skies
Who would complain of Sturm und Drang
If they had seen those dark curls hang
Near eyes that give one’s heart a pang?