A. B. DE MILLE
WHERE the world is gray and loneSits the Ice King on his throne—Passionless, austere, afar,Underneath the Polar Star.Over all his splendid plainsAn eternal stillness reigns.Silent creatures of the North,White and strange and fierce, steal forth:Soft-foot beasts from frozen lair,Noiseless birds that wing the air,Souls of seamen dead, who lieStark beneath the pale north sky;Shapes to living eye unknown,Wild and shy, come round the throneWhere the Ice King sits in viewTo receive their homage due.But the Ice King's quiet eyes,Calm, implacable, and wise,Gaze beyond the silent throng,With a steadfast look and long,Down to where the summer streamsMurmur in their golden dreams;Where the sky is rich and deep,Where warm stars bring down warm sleep,Where the days are, every one,Clad with warmth and crowned with sun.And the longing gods may feelStirs within his heart of steel,And he yearns far forth to goFrom his land of ice and snow.But forever, gray and lone,Sits the Ice King on his throne—Passionless, austere, afar,Underneath the Polar Star.
WHERE the world is gray and loneSits the Ice King on his throne—Passionless, austere, afar,Underneath the Polar Star.Over all his splendid plainsAn eternal stillness reigns.Silent creatures of the North,White and strange and fierce, steal forth:Soft-foot beasts from frozen lair,Noiseless birds that wing the air,Souls of seamen dead, who lieStark beneath the pale north sky;Shapes to living eye unknown,Wild and shy, come round the throneWhere the Ice King sits in viewTo receive their homage due.But the Ice King's quiet eyes,Calm, implacable, and wise,Gaze beyond the silent throng,With a steadfast look and long,Down to where the summer streamsMurmur in their golden dreams;Where the sky is rich and deep,Where warm stars bring down warm sleep,Where the days are, every one,Clad with warmth and crowned with sun.And the longing gods may feelStirs within his heart of steel,And he yearns far forth to goFrom his land of ice and snow.But forever, gray and lone,Sits the Ice King on his throne—Passionless, austere, afar,Underneath the Polar Star.
WHERE the world is gray and loneSits the Ice King on his throne—
WHERE the world is gray and lone
Sits the Ice King on his throne—
Passionless, austere, afar,Underneath the Polar Star.
Passionless, austere, afar,
Underneath the Polar Star.
Over all his splendid plainsAn eternal stillness reigns.
Over all his splendid plains
An eternal stillness reigns.
Silent creatures of the North,White and strange and fierce, steal forth:
Silent creatures of the North,
White and strange and fierce, steal forth:
Soft-foot beasts from frozen lair,Noiseless birds that wing the air,
Soft-foot beasts from frozen lair,
Noiseless birds that wing the air,
Souls of seamen dead, who lieStark beneath the pale north sky;
Souls of seamen dead, who lie
Stark beneath the pale north sky;
Shapes to living eye unknown,Wild and shy, come round the throne
Shapes to living eye unknown,
Wild and shy, come round the throne
Where the Ice King sits in viewTo receive their homage due.
Where the Ice King sits in view
To receive their homage due.
But the Ice King's quiet eyes,Calm, implacable, and wise,
But the Ice King's quiet eyes,
Calm, implacable, and wise,
Gaze beyond the silent throng,With a steadfast look and long,
Gaze beyond the silent throng,
With a steadfast look and long,
Down to where the summer streamsMurmur in their golden dreams;
Down to where the summer streams
Murmur in their golden dreams;
Where the sky is rich and deep,Where warm stars bring down warm sleep,
Where the sky is rich and deep,
Where warm stars bring down warm sleep,
Where the days are, every one,Clad with warmth and crowned with sun.
Where the days are, every one,
Clad with warmth and crowned with sun.
And the longing gods may feelStirs within his heart of steel,
And the longing gods may feel
Stirs within his heart of steel,
And he yearns far forth to goFrom his land of ice and snow.
And he yearns far forth to go
From his land of ice and snow.
But forever, gray and lone,Sits the Ice King on his throne—
But forever, gray and lone,
Sits the Ice King on his throne—
Passionless, austere, afar,Underneath the Polar Star.
Passionless, austere, afar,
Underneath the Polar Star.