The fullmoon, of late ethereal autumn 
Is the coldest and most melancholic 
All is dismal and void of life 
under this December's moonlight 
This Requiem of December is the deepest and grey 
Mourning and melancholia attend me in this Requiem 
No trace of light, within my eyes, 
Nor on my face so pale 
Reciting this funeral melody I wore my black dress 
This is my blue memory of an extinguishing life