And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around:
It crack’d and growl’d, and roar’d and howl’d, Like noises in a swound!