I went up to the hills One freezing december twilight, Crushing Red Campions under my feet While ensuring acute frostbite.
By the time I reached midway She came sliding down, Casting her mysterious spell Enveloped the whole town.
She was perilously fascinating In her own murky fold, One by one, the trees disappeared Then the road across the Wolds.
I watched her grow dense and dark Meanwhile, she concealed the peaks and the valley, I wanted to embrace her pure seclusion When she hid behind a crack in the alley.
The Nighthawk and the Owl Were thrilled with mirth, As she lied whole night Upon the moisture-laden Earth.
The Sun came out and was full of glory But in vain it flashed it's pallid beams, Wild birds lost their way in skies Frogs cuddled up with shiver near streams.
Unexpectedly but gently, she decided to retreat After garlanding the dews on the grass, Leisurely, she started to uplift herself From asphalt roads, rooftops and monumental brass.
I perceived her celestial fragrance When she was falling apart, I still yearn for her longing For she has robbed my heart.