Within the trenches, but a voice was heard.
Three times that voice repeated: "Woe, woe,
woe!"
Alf at this voice awoke, and stood in thought.
He thought awhile,—and understood the whole.
He drew his sword, and looked to every side;
He turned him round, searched with unquiet eye—
'Twas waste around; only the winter snow
Flew in a whirlwind, and the north wind roared.
He looked upon the shore, he stood in grief.
At length with rapid stride, though tottering.
He came again beneath Aldona's tower.
Far off he saw her, at the window still.
"Good day!" he cried; "so many, many years,
We saw each other only in the night.
And now good day! what happy augury!
The first good day after so many years!
And canst thou guess, wherefore I come so soon?"
Aldona.
"I will not guess. Farewell, belovèd friend!
The light has risen too brightly—if they knew
thee—
