The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a dayihad rued.
Fire and ice
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I Hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.