Done is the short dark daynNow here's the first smell of ashesnThe loosened ice breaks awaynThe dreadful water flashes.nSeaward a mountain rides,nAnd down its green sides,nA foamy torrent dashes.nnMy ship is moored for theenBy the deep ocean's floornIt will skim the seanDrifting amongst fears we ignorenWe'll go on this tiny island,nWhere the sun warms the sandnResting light heads beside the shore.nnOr I'll wait for you where the four winds blow,nWith flowers colored and fair,nWhile upon an isle of snow,nI'd imagine your floating hair.nnAnd when red skies and burning cloudsnWill bespeak the end of summernAnd when mountains will wear shroudsnOf snow that melt no more,nWe will settle down our sailing mindsnAnd with Love may our winter midnights be bind.