The Lovers
Two forms are sleeping in blankets of white,
Surrounded by woods and hidden in night;
Soft and in silver the moon hangs above,
Her face turned down to who struggled and loved.
Ancient and serene with her distant beam,
She inflames stark trees with opaline gleam:
Bathing their garden half-covered in snow,
Infusing the vision lying below.
Burning crystalline frost edges the form
Of two figures sleeping despite the storm;
Their faces are calm, their bodies are still,
Holding together in passionate will.
Crossing the heavens, the rippling light plays,
Through snow-wingéd dark that follows the days;
Her glittering beam, night scepter of rule,
Caresses twined marble, silent and cool.
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