How countless they congregate
   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 raised and never stopped
   When down behind the cottage roof
   At once the planet dropped