This of nights
A night with but blanket
Yes the cold rent the flights
Like women of the market

Emptiness of the room
Was felt in my presence
As i was myself’s groom
And with bed motion license

Silence rent the cloud
O Night! Where is your part?
Your companion from the cloud
That at my bedside sat

This night is silent
Like the dead grave
Asleep is the night
As Lazarus’s humble cave

O silent night!
Whole-y night
With none bright
And love off sight

I snorr alone at no length
And hold my pillow dearly
Covering bed’s large breadth
With nothing but empty clearly

Come O Angel!
Rub your feather at my chest
Let my heart marvel
Let me mark this night a best