In The Long Night

I would build my house of crystal

With a solitary friend
Where the cold cracks like a pistol

And the needle stands on end.

We would pour oil on the ingle

And for want of books recite.

We would crawl out filing single

To observe the Northern Light.

If Etookashoo and Couldlooktoo
The Esquimaux should call,
There would be fish raw and cooked too
And enough drink oil for all.

As one rankly warm insider

To another I would say,

We can rest assured on eider

There will come another day.