A flower crushed under the snow soon dies,
A winter heart that's frozen in the ice;
O'er my feathers embrace the cold of the wind,
I fear the mute chill shrouded in velvet guise.
The streaming rains veil the thoughts on my mind,
Beneath the watered sky the earth's silver lined,
Clouds dark and dreary over the waves deep,
With night's promise to meet shadows untwined.
Come to me when I've gathered lilies white
And lighted a fire in frost in the night,
I dwell in the heart of deep forests where
The leaves dance on boughs dappled in moonlight.
The clinging vines down the precipices,
Around my feet crashing waves dashed to pieces,
A crow winging its solitary flight
Atop the mountain flowers in the crevices.
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A beautiful poem. The dreamy landscapes and forms extend along the thoughts of the poetess to landscapes, spirits and conditions that blend harmonically into words.