From the window, how dreary is the weather!
Plump tears of mine mimic the doleful rain,
and damp passers-by remark on my dark displeasure
from the window. How dreary is the weather
that at my pane I wince like a pitiful beggar.
Viewing such sorrow (...have the heavens been slain?)
from the window (...how?). Dreary is the weather.
Plump tears of mine mimic the doleful rain.