Peax : Kristen.
« How countlessly they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow !
As if with keenness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,
And yet with neither love nor hate, Those stars like some snow-white Minerva's snow-white marble eyes Without the gift of sight. »