Again Comes the Frost

In the dead of the black midwinter's night
When the snowclad woods have all blackened
And it is nearly freezing and also so bleak
And the fog floats above the dead roots

Now the frost comes again with the dawn
The pale sun is like unto a mirror of despair
As it freezes the earth and clothes the trees
In hoarfrost like so many times before

The sky has cleared and the stars are fading
To a short respite from the oppressing darkness
Soon faltering and giving way to a snowfall
That shall last throughout the arctic night

Now the frost comes again with the night
The red sun is like unto a wheel of cold fire
Failing beneath the ever darkening clouds
And now the snow begins to fall