Soft dripping glades   Sifting palisades   Of winter's chilling whispers      She's drifting seen   Waning in her dreams   Dull crescent, evanescent      You're shivering   Soft spoken thin blue light   Smears your pale face   Frost cold gleam      Her fingers trace   Gently on my face   My white-gowned, sinful still sound      In frostwork sear   Hold me ever near   Delicately, quelling quickly      You're shivering   Soft spoken thin blue light   Smears your pale face   Frost cold gleam      In your eminent eyes of mirth   A gleam   Passing peacefully over earth      I gather your arms   Close to mine   My gentle love      Softly swaying   Forever staying near   My love