For dusty lamp of snawfalling

A sunrise timid glows lowly

A days of life as snow rolling

A face of Moon for epochs paly

A trail of night still 'th same twilight

Good day not 'th same if say :"Good night"

For dusty lamp of snawfalling

You can. You want. You're fatum's dolly.

Not you, but anybody falling,

Who knows price of fear, folly,

And on the ground 's snow hem

The threads of stitches torn and then

For dusty lamp of snow storm

The voice of wind as fatum horn…