Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er stept'st aside; And I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof; Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be
When shadows grow longer and the sun sets for the forthcoming night; our sorrow is stronger as darkness and death are now near by our side. Many a sun will set and tears of grief will be shed.