And Hecla flaming through a waste of snow,
And farthest Greenland, to the pole itself,
Where, falling gradual, life at length goes out,
The Muse expands her solitary flight;
And hov’ring o’er the wide stupendous scene,
Beholds new scenes beneath another sky.
Throned in his palace of cerulean ice,
Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court,
And through his airy hall the loud misrule
Of driving tempest is forever heard;