A winter night

It was a chilly winter's night;

And frost was glitt'ring on the ground,

And evening stars were twinkling bright;

And from the gloomy plain around

Came no sound,

But where, within the wood-girt tow'r,

The churchbell slowly struck the hour;

As if that all of human birth

Had risen to the final day,

And soaring from the wornout earth

Were called in hurry and dismay,

Far away;

And I alone of all mankind

Were left in loneliness behind.