The North Star
North Star, you who walk along with me,
I'm your snowman in a cloak of skin.
From my coldness, all the neighbors flee,
Just the birches at the fence stay in.
North Star, faithful to the death, I see
How much mildness you recall and stir!
Every summer, fire snows on me,
Winter brings your ringing in my ear.
Let the memory that never passed
To your bluish smile above be sent.
Let these sounds, let this demanding quest,
Over me remain a monument.