Gold and white, gold and white, You burn with the heat of candlelight. But what if I set you down alone Beside the burning meteor-stone?

Blow North, blow South, blow hot, blow cold, My body is pledged to white and gold, My honor given to kith and kin, And my doom-clothes ready to wrap me in For the shut heart and the open hand As long as Wingate Hall shall stand And the fire burn and the water cool And a fool beget another fool⁠—