What power art thou — The Cold Song

 

What power art thou, who from below

Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow

From beds of everlasting snow?

See'st thou not how stiff and wondrous old

Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,

I can scarcely move or draw my breath?

Let me, let me freeze again to death.

John Dryden (1631 - 1700) 

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