There thou dost lie, in the gloom Of the autumn evening. In the autumn evening and think Of bygone autumns with thee. In the summer-morning, the road Of death, at a call unforeseen, Sudden. 35 Lacking the shelter of thee. Then on the height, comes the storm.
Lightnings dazzle our eyes.
Friends who set forth at our side, Falter, are lost in the storm. Friends, companions, and train, The avalanche swept from our side. Leaving the rest in the wild. Fain to drop down and to die. 130 Still thou turnedst, and still Beckonedst the trembler, and still Gavest the weary thy hand.