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 HE abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from his frozen lair:
 * Alas, my loved one is gone,
 * I am alone:
 * It is winter.

Once the pink cast a winy smell, The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell, Light in effulgence of beauty fell:
 * Alas, my loved one is gone,
 * I am alone:
 * It is winter.

My candle a silent fire doth shed, Starry Orion hunts o'erhead; Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead:
 * Alas, my loved one is gone,
 * I am alone:
 * It is winter.