A land of starkness where beauty's ways are taught In frozen landscapes, nights of pale sun-bloom, A silent world where Nature's face is caught In icy depths that months of darkness tomb.
Smoke-grey skies descend to waters greyed By glacier run that grinds the hard rock-pan, Where the soul in things is cherished and obeyed And the spirit gods dwell ever close to man.
A sea cut through with floes of shimmering blue And sunset over mountains ridged with ice A poetry of earth reborn anew, From hidden depths disclosed her paradise.
The first snows came unnoticed in the night, A powdered-sugar dusting on the crests, The first snows came, their purifying white Lulling to sleep a thousand weary breasts,
Calming the summer heart's pent energy At labour in the busy world of green, To pause awhile in deep felicity Of winter's touch, pure and crystalline.
For Mary Helen
Poems Undated (1727)
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