Some say the world will end in fire . Some say in ice. From what i've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire . But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would saffice .
Clouded with snow the cold wind blow and shrill on leafless . The robin with its burning face . Alone sings .The rayless sun, day's jounrney done , sheds its last ebbing light on fields in leagues of beauty spread unearthly white. Thick draws the dark and by spark by spark,the frost fires kindle and soon over that sea of frozen foam floats the white moon.