The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

46 THE EQUINOX II THE SNOW MAIDEN TO MARGARET CALLAGHAN MY love is like the lucent globes That drip from lips of cool crevasses, Το clothe them with the virgin robes Of mosses, flowers, and grasses. O spheres compact of fire and dew, Lamps of the hollows of the mountain, What dream angelic fathered you On what celestial fountain? Nayl but I lay on lower earth Stagnant in sunless meres! The prison Of monstrous spawn, detested birth— Behold me rearisen ! It was yon fierce diurnal star That licked me up with his huge kisses, And dropped me in his rain afar Upon these frore abysses! Yea! as I press to the cool moss My mouth, and drink at its delirious Delight—acclaim the Sun across The menaces of Sirius !