The moon peeped in beneath the eaves,
     The Balance rose on high,
The fresh night-wind that stirred the leaves
     Spoke to the starry sky.

Ah, gentle winds and stars of light,
     Where is my love to-night?
Ye painted eyes of heaven so bright,--
     Saw you my love to-night?

Day dawned,--unbolted was our door:--
     The snowflakes whirled like foam,
’Tis cloud and storm, the wild winds roar
     Why comes my love not home?