Behind the cloudy horizon - just
like future in my heavenly chart -
who can see if the coming gusts
will bring a rest for my heart.
Or the grey clouds returning
will bring more dread to my heart.
The old wounds, fireless burning,
old sorrows again will smart.
Behind the clouds, I see, a release!
The dawn, across the sky zooms.
I see death (of the earthly gloom)
This is death but it may bring me peace.