Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow-
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly-
Alas, there cannot be
For us a second spring;
Come, let us go.