Even now, down the Chalabriel.

'Twas brief rays that did entrance 
 Thistledown over the swell.
 I cannot glance
 Nor see the dance;
 Even now, down the  Chalabriel.
 
 Those frequented streets I mark,
 Where those kindly dogs did dwell;
 They no more bark,
 Nor scare the lark;
 Even now, down the Chalabriel.
 
 Over clay roofs, on the hour
 Rung the brass tolling bell,
 From that tower,
 I could cower;
 Even now, down the Chalabriel.
 
 Too late they soared; the storks flight
 Took over the snow that fell.
 Were they in plight,
 Fleeing this sight?
 Even now, down the Chalabriel.
 
 And the oaken leaf went free,
 Under silken blanket spell.
 Next time we see,
 Gone you may be;
 Even now, down the Chalabriel.
 
 Recall swifts, they flew in knots.
 Where did you go, Mademoiselle?
 On our last spot,
 I find you there not;
 Even now, down the Chalabriel.