Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Cold Song





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


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