The weather is wretched tonight

Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad 

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The weather is wretched tonight,
There is a storm with rain and snow;
I quitely gaze at the darkness,
From where I sit, at the window.

There flickers a lonely light,
Going uncertain, down the street;
Holding a lantern, amother
Goes hobbling down on her feet.

I think that what she has bought,
Are milk and eggs and butter;
She wants to bake a nice cake
For that small daughter of her.

Blinking sleepingly at the light,
She sits at home in her arm-chair,
Her beautiful and lovely face,
Is surrounded by golden hair.