In the darkness, the mountains immense
slouch like weathered men; through the forest dense
a wind lifts from tall-standing pines, snow.

The light from the cabin is fading fast,
and darkness swallows sounds of revelry.
Voices soften and blur, laughter fades last.

A clear tone like ice, rises, pours from me,
calls to the earth in sorrowful melody.
Lips trembling, from my heart the trumpet blast

sings to the place from which darkness fell.
From the peaks the echoes snowy
fill the valley like a deep well.

Rays of night shine through every tree
and souring sounds pour darkly from me
ringing the mountains like a bell.