How countless they congregate

O’er our tumultuous snow

Which flows in shapes as tall as trees

When wintry winds do blow



As if with keenness for our fate

Our faltering few steps on

To white rest, and a place of rest

Invisible at dawn



And yet with neither love nor hate

Those stars like some snow-white

Morgoth snow-white marble eyes

Without the gift of sight



Upon this star I fixed my eye

All over the wide land

My horse moved on, hoof after hoof

He ra ised and never stopped

When down behind the cottage roof

At once the planet dropped