The Piccolomini: A Play

SCENE VII.

   THEKLA (plays and sings).

      The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar,
      The damsel paces along the shore;
      The billows, they tumble with might, with might;
      And she flings out her voice to the darksome night;
        Her bosom is swelling with sorrow;
      The world it is empty, the heart will die,
      There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky
      Thou Holy One, call thy child away!
      I've lived and loved, and that was to-day;
        Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.