o mother I am
blind and unseeing,
the darkness enfoldeth
my all,
ten thousand shall
fall down beside me
a thousand behind
me shall crawl,
for the terror
of night has passed by me,
death never came
nigh with his shawl
the last thing
I saw was her falling,
her silver
hair light as a pall,
like a birch in
the sweet winds remember
her walk through
the classroom, so tall?
oh mother weave my hair
with happy flowers,
this is my wedding day
the bridal blossoms
small and clear,
for Faith has
doomed these sudden nuptials
with my father
death so near.
the last thing
I saw was her falling,
her silver hair
light as a pall,
like a birch in
the sweet winds all shaken,
scythed down by
the reaper of all.
