Percussus Sum Sicut Foenum, Et Aruit Cor Meum. - Ps. Ci Wintertime Nighs; But My Bereavement-Pain It Cannot Bring Again: Twice No One Dies. Flower-Petals Flee; But, Since It Once Hath Been, No More That Severing Scene Can Harrow Me. Birds Faint In Dread: I Shall Not Lose Old Strength In The Lone Frost'S Black Length: Strength Long Since Fled! Leaves Freeze To Dun; But Friends Can Not Turn Cold This Season As Of Old For Him With None. Tempests May Scath; But Love Can Not Make Smart Again This Year His Heart Who No Heart Hath. Black Is Night'S Cope; But Death Will Not Appal One Who, Past Doubtings All, Waits In Unhope.