Greenland

Let Greenland's snows
Then shine, and mark the melancholy train
There left to perish, whilst the cold pale day
Declines along the further ice, that binds
The ship, and leaves in night the sinking scene.
Sad winter closes on the deep; the smoke
Of frost, that late amusive to the eye
Rose o'er the coast, is passed, and all is now
One torpid blank; the freezing particles
Blown blistering, and the white bear seeks her cave.
Ill-fated outcasts, wlien the morn again
Shall streak with feeble beam the frozen waste,
Your air-bleached and unburied carcasses
Shall press the ground, and, as the stars fade off,
Your stony eyes glare mid the desert snows!