Daily quote by Siberia

• ... a bleak expanse,
  Shagg’d o’er with wavy rocks, cheerless, and void
  Of every life, that from the dreary months
  Flies conscious southward. Miserable they!
  Who, here entangled in the gathering ice,
  Take their last look of the descending sun;
  While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost,
  The long long night, incumbent o’er their head,
  Falls horrible.
  • James Thomson, "Winter", The Seasons (ed. 1791)