She is a fire tonight;
A fire under palest glass.
She is eyes too bright
And wide, and heart too fast,
And fever is her friend
Tonight, and trembling hand;
Her wandering steps will bend
Tonight, to where clear sky meets land.
Where thin clouds greet
This ocean, when frost
Falls on the iron gate,
White flame will burn her dross.

She sees the moon shine on the snow
In quiet concord, softening, slow.

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