At midnight, the dead-born
Companion pale earth,
The ground cloth clothed,
You silvery away.
I went to the north leafless,
I walked in the freezing dust,
I heard your voice mysterious.
You silvery away.
At midnight, the dead-born,
You silvery away.
It has become the soul of the oppressed
Frosty ground cloth.
Greeks, gods sleepless,
Stand in the frosty dust!
Sun his intoxicated,
Sun pour away!
Greeks, Greeks sleepy,
Sun pour away!
It has become the soul of the affected
Clod cold ground!
24 December 1900
