Pretend the world has ended.
No matter what they say we'll work out fine,
‘Cause you and I know this is heaven
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The was deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter."
|We have lingered in the chambers of the sea|
|By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown||130|
|Till human voices wake us, and we drown.|