how countless they congregate o er our tumultuous snow which flows in shapes as tall as trees when wintry winds do blow upon this star i fixed my eye all over the wide land my horse moved on hoof after hoof he raised and never stopped when down behind the cottage roof at once the planet dropped 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