Pure and cold as northern ice
    Yet naked as a tender flame
On golden shores beneath the skies
    I waited long but ne’er she came

Throughout the mellow morn and day
    And on the silent shore, alone
In the night when mists passed gray
    Through which the gentle moonbeams shone

But never arrived, never she came
    And snuffed gone lively once that burned
Love’s tender, warm and flickering flame
    For love has left and ne’er returned

And long I stood upon the shore
    Beneath the passing days and skies
Naked as a tender flame
    Pure and cold as northern ice