Friend

 Art thou abroad on this stormy night 
on thy journey of love, my friend? 
The sky groans like one in despair.
 

I have no sleep tonight.
 
Ever and again I open my door and look out on 
the darkness, my friend! 

I can see nothing before me.
 
I wonder where lies thy path! 

By what dim shore of the ink-black river, 
by what far edge of the frowning forest, 
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading 
thy course to come to me, my friend?

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