Thou art fairer than the sun's divide!
Perhaps rarer than an ocean's leap:
And wild, wild like the ******* bear
In moments, in times of disbelief:
And the hornets - by the woodland air -
How they've all fallen by your own two feet.

Like the icy lakes of frozen fish,
The solid ponds, the gaggle of geese;
It would seem a beauty does exist,
nonetheless, in the quiver of trees:
The winter flora; this snowy 'byss:
All by your sadness - by your teary fleet.

And when the stormy shore subsides, and
Eastern breezes bring a balmy blow,
The skies in blue more brightly shine, and
Fulfills my eyes your mystic glow: oh
Whatever else may be sublime, an
Intense passion to forever show!