| Where has Maid Quiet gone to, |
| Nodding her russet hood? |
| The winds that awakened the stars |
| Are blowing through my blood. |
| O how could I be so calm |
| When she rose up to depart? |
| Now words that called up the lightning |
| Are hurtling through my heart. |
| Where has Maid Quiet gone to, |
| Nodding her russet hood? |
| The winds that awakened the stars |
| Are blowing through my blood. |
| O how could I be so calm |
| When she rose up to depart? |
| Now words that called up the lightning |
| Are hurtling through my heart. |