These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll –
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole - ...
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber –
This misty region of Weir –
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber... ...Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
