What power
art thou
who from
below
hast made
me rise
unwillingly and slow
from beds of
everlasting
snow?
See’st thou not
how stiff
how stiff
and wondrous old
Far, far
unfit
to bear
the bitter
cold?
I can scarcely
move
or draw
my breath
Can scarcely
move
or draw
cold my breath
Let me, let me, let me freeze
again.
Let me, let me freeze
again to death.
Let me, let me, let me freeze
again
to death.
