Snow on earth falls gently, gently falling,
Where more dark days lie
Eerie is the voice that calls all, eerie calling,
At orange twilight.
Hate, I hear thee
How gentle, how eerie his voice is now calling,
Never answered, and the dark snow keeps falling,
Now—and then.
Light to our hearts, O hate, shall die in the cold
As his eerie heart is slain
Under the thorny twilight, his heart decays
In the grumbling white-rain.