At my windows the night weeps - <br />The night is mute, the wind probably weeps, <br />The wind, like a lost child - <br />What is it that makes him weep so? <br />O poor Melusine! <br /> <br />Like fire her hair blows in the storm, <br />Like fire passing clouds, and laments - <br />There for you, you poor maiden, <br />My heart speaks a still night prayer! <br />O poor Melusine!<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melusine/
