Alone

White crystal stars are falling, in a flood
And in the night full of sins it snows;
By the hearth in the flame that scarcely glows -
Today, even my final dream has dies.

And in the glacial dead of night it snows ...
And you, lonely soul, you shiver again -
On the hearth, into the embers, the faint flame -
Slowly the tears are falling, crystal, rose.

(George Bacovia)