Winter, winter, darling dew
Bring me snowy blooms anew,
As time holding all the strings
A ghost of feeling in me rings.
My telephone chatting days are gone
Yet evening promises going on.
The hanging breasts of autumn clouds
Drench the cadavers dream in shrouds.
My iron will is melting down
Dreams all withering once I’ve drawn
Falling down my vision and soon
The blest petals of divine boon.
Winter, winter, darling dew
Bring me snowy blooms a new.