O majestic force of heaven above, thy elaborate
Plot of desolation, despair, thy dominating dread,
Thy blissful, breath-taking brilliance binds
My senses, when thy gentle, cold wings are spread.
Dark and dreary, the lights in the skies then softly fade,
The shadows I once cast now cast me, O Winter!
For by thy unconquerable might, bound am I.
The sound of a child’s delight, O hear!
O, for a ray of the warm burning sun,
Shining off lakes – silent, but for life –
That by thy omnipresent prominence
Shiver; shiver, and look to the darkened skies,
And watch, transfixed by thy glorious aura,
When with thine masterful strokes in black and grey
Thou cover’st the land in picturesque gloom.
The sound of thy stunning silence, O hear!
The wind, O Winter! flees before thy mighty self,
Crackling, hiding, rushing in vain, through branches countless –
That once sunburnt, warmth-kissed and green, now belong to thee –
Singing like a madman, thy ferocious praise!
O wild destroyer of peace in the wilderness,
Thy soulful silence broken by his meaningless fear,
The fiercest creatures, in thy shadows, tremble,
The sounds of their pounding hearts, O hear!
O, for a warm brew, as dark as thee, sweet as thy calm
To awaken my senses, that in thy presence falter,
And fail to grasp, thy essence, in all its esteemed glory!
O parent! Preserver of dreams! What wrong did man, for
Blind is he, to thine undying love. O, immortal spark,
To whom, is owed fire’s grandeur! By thy shielding wings
I walk, unafraid! Thou art not meant to fade; stay!
Stay! Thy son’s despair, O hear!