“So cold a winter it’s been, friend, and I’ve
Not seen the sun so many dreary months.”
“Away w’ me, good friend! Away, away
For wild a reel around the sun!
We’ll need no drop to drink nor crumb to eat:
The stars are feast enough! A fine good ship
Of ebony made, sails of dragon’s wings
Sewn, helm of trusty-tempered steel. Off, off!
Off we fly, friend, for wild a reel around the sun!”