In the night, when troubles settle,
And the town will be hidden in the mist -
ABOUT, as the music of God,
What sounds on earth!
The storm of life, if roses
Your bloom and I burn!
That human tears,
When too light at sunset!
receive, Mistress of the universe,
through the blood, through flour, through the coffin -
Foamy cup of passion
From the unworthy servant!
