O stately boughs, who’ve shed thine leafy fleece Sunken canopy, laden upon Earth, As craquelure glacier; glassy sheets, sinking firth Ebbs to the dark sea floor alone, in peace. Too ebbs the sky: azure, then gloom from east And distant torches flood the sunlight’s dearth Emblazoned night, pale glow on mountains inert Snow sank softly, fluttering silent elegies
Winter pastoral, thou lyrics embossed! Return thee to halcyon days I’ve lost Circular is nature yet linear is life. O, what sorrowful disquiet this strife! To rise as dost sun or bloom in Spring’s start, Is to belie death – his unbeating heart