The Blizzard

on 26 April 1912

"What do you need?" I pled With the blizzard, "Please depart. You summon sadness and dread And worries that sicken my heart; Why do you howl at my window? Let me be now, I'm praying; Move away, or stay and blow, But don't listen - I'm crying. In hot prayers at this hour I confess my sins to God, My soul joins the Power; Lost spirit, forgive me God. I'll be in a grave soon; blow hard, Moan over me then, blizzard, But now, please go away, Or, for my sinful soul, please pray."