The Night Is Dark, And Evermore The Thick Drops Patter On The Pane The Wind Is Weary Of The Rain, And Round The Thatches Moaneth Sore; Dark Is The Night, And Cold The Air; And All The Trees Stand Stark And Bare, With Leaves Spread Dank And Sere Below, Slow Rotting On The Plashy Clay, In The God'S-Acre Far Away, Where She, O God! Lies Cold Below-- Cold, Cold Below! And Many A Bitter Day And Night Have Pour'D Their Storms Upon Her Breast, And Chill'D Her In Her Long, Long Rest, With Foul Corruption'S Icy Blight; Earth'S Dews Are Freezing Round The Heart, Where Love Alone So Late Had Part; And Evermore The Frost And Snow Are Burrowing Downward Through The Clay, In The God'S-Acre Far Away, Where She, O God! Lies Cold Below,-- Cold, Cold Below! Those Eyes So Full Of Light Are Dim; And The Clear Chalice Of Her Youth, All Sparkling Up With Love And Truth, Hath Death Drain'D Keenly From The Brim;-- No More Can Mortal Ear Rejoice In The Soft Music Of Her Voice; No Wistful Eye, Through Tears Of Woe, Can Pierce Down Through The Heavy Clay, In The God'S-Acre Far Away, Where She, O God! Lies Cold Below,-- Cold, Cold Below. A Star Shines, Sudden, From The Sky-- God'S Angel Cometh, Pure And Bright, Making A Radiance Through The Night, Unto The Place Where, Mute, I Lie, Gazing Up In Rapt Devotion, Shaken By A Deep Emotion; And My Thoughts No Longer Go Wandering O'Er The Plashy Clay, In The God'S-Acre Far Away, Where She, O God! _Lay_ Cold Below-- Cold, Cold Below! God'S Angel! Ah I Divinely Bright! But Still The Olden Grace Is There-- The Soft Brown Eyes--The Raven Hair-- The Gentle Smile Of Calm Delight, That Could Such Peace And Joy Impart-- The Veil Is Rent From Off My Heart, And Gazing Upward, Well I Know The Rain May Beat Upon The Clay In The God'S-Acre Far Away; But She No Longer Lies Below, Enshrouded By The Frost And Snow-- Cold, Cold Below!