O?er our tumultuous snow
 Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
 When wintry winds do blow

 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

 Upon this star I fixed my eye
 All over the wide land
 My horse moved on, hoof after hoof
 He ra ised and never stopped
 When down behind the cottage roof
 At once the planet dropped