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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
!