Tearful night!

She’d been sleeping,

Humming madly.

Suddenly there was that face. . .

What could be dancing lights

Nothing can make her,

The devil may take her.

Each second continually devours the next

He drinks greedily,

No, no my

Bitten mouth

Blithe spirit!

Hear thy name spoken,

And hers shall be the breathing balm

In the lightning.