Classic Poem

Das ist ein schlechtes Wetter

Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow!
I sit at the window staring
Into the darkness below.

A little glimmering brightness
Goes down the uncertain street:
A lantern, and a mother
With tired and stumbling feet.

I think it's eggs and flour
That the old lady has bought
To bake a cake for her daughter,
The lazy good-for-naught.

Yawning at home on the sofa
She lies in front of the blaze —
The golden hair is falling
Around her golden face.