Oh, Polaris, do you remember Those days when we ran Clothed in dew and the skin Of great conquered beasts? Do you remember our triumph In the hello-waving grass That night we were tickled by Chaff - and calves licked our Blood-filled cheeks? Do you Remember, Polaris? You still Have so much of the old heat. Even today, when the freeze of New memories strikes me, when I'm snapped by the cold, I Remember our old days. Oh Polaris, warm my hands a moment. You were always so sturdy; Against your shoulder was the Perfect resting place for cold Skulls like mine. Of course, Your fires often melt the ice In my eyes. I never stay: I Need the cold, need the new Frigid day. Without the bitter Wind, how could I love the Steady warmth you hold, Polaris?