Sun Blossoms

Winter-Bird

I COME from deeps of untrodden snow,
A winter-bird;
Each note of mine is a silver glow,
A magic word.
My plumes are spangled with the dew
Of heavenly flowers;
By my Wing-waft nights and days renew
Their fruitful hours.
Life's tragic shows are brought by my pale
Rejected feathers;
Carried by the drift of an autumn gale
Beyond the tethers
Of my moon-white thought, they reach this globe
And run like fires
That sway and sweep, a blazing robe
Of earth-desires.
In a cool shower my nectarous song
Falls on the grass:
A myriad beauty of flowers throng
Dancing where was
Only scorched earth. Then is fulfilled
My supreme truth,
For life and death are secrets sealed
Of eternal Youth.

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