In these our winter days d**h's iron tongue is glib Numbing with fear all flesh upon A fiery-hearted globe An age once green is buried Numbered the hours of light Blood-red across the snow our sun Still trails his faint retreat Spring through d**h's iron guard Her million blades shall thrust Love that was sleeping not extinct Throw off the nightmare crust Eyes, though not ours, shall see Sky-high a signal flame The sun returned to power above A world, but not the same.