Let winter tower over all
And let wolves howl in the snow
Upon a new-formed glacial flow,
While skies are white with dense snowfall;
Let there be cracks within the wall
That guards against the cold and woe,
While ravens flutter to and fro
Unheeding to their masters' call.
Then dark will be the days of men
And all will wish that they had listened
When summer's sunbeams had still glistened
To those who looked for snow again.
Yet summer comes, though unforetold
And will again shine forth in gold.
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