Take Me Away Into A Storm Of Snow So White And Soft, I Feel No Deathly Chill, But Listen To The Murmuring Overflow Of Clouds That Fall In Many A Frosty Rill! Take Me Away Into The Sunset'S Glow, That Holds A Summer In A Glorious Bloom; Or Take Me To The Shadowed Woods That Grow On The Sky'S Mountains, In The Evening Gloom! Give Me An Entrance To The Limpid Lake When Moonbeams Shine Across Its Purity! A Life There Is, Within The Life We Take So Commonly, For Which 'T Were Well To Die.