Air of the Cold Genius (Percell)

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What power art thou, who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow
See’st thou not
, how stiff
, how stiff
and wondrous old
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I can scarcely move or draw my breath
I can scarcely move or draw my breath
Let me, let me freeze again,
Let me freeze again,
Let me freeze again to death.