Its winter time, I know, but there's no need

To act as though you lived in Baffin Bay

And I in Nome. You have no word to say

But sit in idle silence while you feed

Your soul with bitterness and hell. Your eyes

Are dull with misery, yet when I ask

What's wrong, you turn to go about some task

To hide your face and quell the tears that rise.

The more I try to wring the truth from you

The worse you get. Good Lord! HOw can I know

If you won't speak, if I'm the cause or no,

And if I am, what you would have me do.

He thought " By Heaven!" I'll make her speak at last

He said "You think of nothing but the past."