A white moon’s waving silky light
Over the slopes of snow and fir
The air is thick of fog and myrrh
A cloak of snowy winter night
The stars above shine mighty spell
The sky’s a shield encrusted with
A thousand diamonds from the deep
Spikes and facettes polished so well
And suddenly they start to fall,
From where they dreamed, inlaid, up high..
They fly their ghostly graceful flight
Responding an awaited call
A rain of stars and silver sand
Falls, waves of sparkles, from the sky
Descending gracefully and shy
Over the frozen sparkling land
Ice stars embracing steel and gold
Make crowns of stars over proud brow,
Over tall cliffs or trees that bow
Under their jewelry of the cold
