The fractal rays of the light
Through the frozen window,
The furious wind blows
My curious thought echos
The storm will not cease
But my mind is at ease

The smoke of the chimneys,
Fierce howling of might,
The fright of the whistling branch
The snow in a fury; a dance
The storm will not cease
But my mind is at ease

The latch rattles, wood creaks
Dust emancipated from antiques
My heart speaks
To the williwaw shrieks
The storm will not cease
But my mind is at ease