I have been frozen. Once I was not cold.
But I have strayed within some glittering
Night Of Lapland miracle, have leagued of old
With glaives and banners of wild Polar light.
Yet if I could dissolve in tears this core
Of ice, my heart, undo these crystal spells,
We should be sisters of incense evermore
Like the crowned Lover of the Canticles.
Through the great honeycomb of my soul should steep
The secrets of the lilies, and her fire
Be ambergris, her agate flagons keep
The sorcelled hydromel which brings Desire
To that mysterious Dark where still prevails
The dream of roses and of nightingales.