Which Winter, hoary tyrant, ne’er restrains,
But sends, relentless, where his power prevails—
Ye are stern Desolation’s home and throne,
Fixed on the boundaries of human life;
The lofty watch-towers of the Frigid Zone,
Locked in securely from the ocean’s strife.
I look upon you with deep awe, and feel
That all my generation will decay
Ere Cold shall cease your ramparts to congeal,
Or Tempest hurl you from your base away!