• Some winter season long ago
    I spied a maiden in the snow
    All pale of flesh and chill to touch
    I loved her then and said as much.

    But though I begged her marry me
    She spoke with icy courtesy
    That she was promised from her birth
    To wed the lord beneath the earth.

    And so, when winter’s chill had fled
    This maiden and her lord were wed.
    She stood beneath her bower and wept
    Then into his embrace she crept.

    To him she gave her heart and soul
    To me, she left her eyes of coal.
    And those I keep to warm me when
    The chill of winter comes again.