"....The
ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
And
now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, masthigh, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
And
through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken
The ice was all between.
The
ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound ...."
