Reflections have never ceased to flood my mind,
Of what in tide and thought I find,
Reflections have painted to me, telluric paradox,
To wit, my heart’s thrust and my mind’s crux.
In this clime of space, time and tide,
Many tides there are; of one to tell- YULETIDE,
Passions therein to expect: love and bliss,
That all may reflect on the death of the year in peace,