Walking in the freezing air, Chillness crippling through my hair, Goosebumps waddling on my spine, But nonetheless something divine Pervades the ever frosty world When moon as yet may be behold Soaring in the starry sky But waning under lullaby Of Phoebus, while with easy pace He regains his rightful place; And by the warble of the birds Your heart from ennui emerges