Should the northern winds sigh, or the basin carry Thickset mist aloft dewy pastures where shepherds tend Sunless white skies drift apart like glacial leaves Or turbulent clouds in wicked rapture expend Might you share company, I implore, on a hearthside perch Aside my lonesome for a tankard and ear for lend The blessèd succession of circadian seasons In a lineage of tales from Nature's undreamt
The Solstices harmonize in a wayward opposition Of sheer crystalline cold to torrid mana storms And the Equinoxes inspirit an unfathomable cache ...