Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank, + 

I’ll mind the lesson, solitary bird⁠—let me too welcome chilling drifts, + 

E’en the profoundest chill, as now⁠—a torpid pulse, a brain unnerv’d, + 

Old age land-lock’d within its winter bay⁠—(cold, cold, O cold!) + 

These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, + 

For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to the last; + 

Not summer’s zones alone⁠—not chants of youth, or south’s warm tides alone, + 

But held by sluggish floes, pack’d in the northern ice, the cumulus of years, + 

These with gay heart I also sing. + 