Thy beauty and I
' Are of old even so
As lover and lover. Come forth! I invoke thee! the hills
are aglow.
THE SNOW
Bright breasts I uncover,
Heart’s heart to thy gaze ;
O lyre of my lover,
I know thee, thy praise.
Black heavens that hover,
Blind air that obeys,
I come to thee over
The mountainous ways
As a bride to the bridegroom: I blush, but I come
And bow to thee dumb.
ORPHEUS
O blacker than hell,
O bluer than heaven,
O green as the dell
Lit of sunlight at even!
O strong as a spell!
O bright as the levin !
Come forth! I invoke thee, O ice, by their anguish, the
rocks thou hast riven!
THE ICE
My steep-lying masses,
Mine innermost sheen,
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