text:  "Roar winter torrent and sullenly dash! But where is the brave one--the swift lightning-flash? Soft star of my soul my mother Sleep the fire let ashes smother; Gaze no more shine eyes are weary Sit not by the threshold stone; Gaze not through the night-fog dreary Eat thine evening meal alone Seek him not O mother weeping By the cliff and by the ford: On a bed of dust he's sleeping-- Broken is both heart and sword!" SECOND SEMICHORUS