Heart, Sad Heart

Heart, sad heart, for what are you pleading?
The sun has set, and the night is cold;
To go on hoping were over bold;
Dead is the fire for want of feeding.

Tears are keeping your eyes from reading
The old, old story, so often told—
Heart, sad heart, for what are you pleading?
The sun has set, and the night is cold.

The wind and the rain in the dark are breeding
Storms to sweep over valley and wold;
Love, the outcast, with longing bold,
Clamors and prays to a power unheeding.
Heart, sad heart, for what are you pleading?