A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go.
Softly I went and stood By her door at the end of the hall. Dazed with grief I watched The candles flaring and tall.
The wind was wailing aloud: I thought how she would have cried For my warm familiar arms And the sense of me by her side.
The candles flickered and leapt, The shadows jumped on the wall. She lay before me small and still And did not care at all.