• Incarnadine the icy sea
    And shot with rime this spectral shore,
    Each dawn a new epiphany
    Each dusk a purple paramour!
    Why should this cove a haven be
    For purple paramours and dreams
    Of romance on a silver sea,
    Beneath these pale and wan moonbeams?
    Or yet a new epiphany
    That greets each brilliant dewy dawn
    From out this blood red icy sea
    Or where the starry voids yet yawn?
    Incarnadine the icy sea
    And shot with rime this spectral shore,
    Each dawn a new epiphany
    Each dusk a purple paramour.