Rain in woods, so deeply chanting
Could but compose sorrows and shallow sighings
Of dying limbs, it would embrace but mind
... An interlude to a withering fortress...
Hair endrained, and body so cold
Who has none other than the tree's gentle arms
Longlashed and eerie eyes, seeking of nothing
... A listener of the melancholy earth...
Bird in tree, sat so trembling
For no wind of his could beat this drain of grief
Songless voice faded, fewer words to utter
... A teller of the bitter truth's...
Air of void, of the forest's embrace
Then it's solitary chanter wandered hither in a pace
To greet her ashen, fragmented soul
... A soldier sworn to stand alone...
Hearts not beating, and eyes of gloom
Would bring them together in a speechless gaze
The soil touched his knees, for her to accompany
... A rider of the solitude...