Baskadia

Touch me gently '

Pass not so quickly;

By eventide, peaceably blow,

And upon my sunbathe skin tarry slow.

Come calmly with your freezing so'

In my entangled hair mingle go ;

From the crown, to the soul of my feet '

There let your chilling repeat;

Whiling upon tides of time '

Fill my vessel while you pass like a stream;

Countenance with you descending chill,

Show me ease, release from I'll!