Snow blankets the earth in purity,
As a maiden for baptism dressed;
Hiding beneath the iniquity,
Like sorrowful memories repressed.
You ventured forth with frivolity,
And gaiety your young heart caressed.
Now, like a warm wind so fair and free,
From these frozen climes you have vanished.
Our home gave no evidence of thee;
The solitude my spirits oppressed.
My hunting spoils seemed but vanity,
And with worry my faint heart obsessed.
The Borealis seemed a sentry
Signaling some wrong to be redressed.
In the darkness I searched franticly.
Never finding you, I grew depressed.
And suddenly, o’er this frozen sea,
Now appears your golden visage blessed.
“Wait, my love,” resounds my passioned plea.
But you never heeded my request.
Through the snow you glide spectrally,
Pretending not to have been addressed.
“Oh, then where can El Dorado be?”
Cried the sinking heart within my breast.
You turned and smiled quite eerily,
Like the ghost to the knight needing rest,
And beckoned to me daintily.
I eagerly followed your behest.
A wolf howling and a creaking tree
And silence as our journey progressed;
I never attained your company,
No matter how fervently I pressed.
“Let me see your face once more, Lily,”
I cried as the cold my soul possessed.
You blew me a kiss and waved good-bye,
And now Death has both of us purchased.