My 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?