Читать книгу The Garden of Dreams - Cawein Madison Julius - Страница 27

Deep in the dell I watched her as she rose,

A face of icy fire, o'er the hills;

With snow-sad eyes to freeze the forest rills,

And snow-sad feet to bleach the meadow snows:

Pale as some young witch who, a-listening, goes

To her first meeting with the Fiend; whose fears

Fix demon eyes behind each bush she nears;

Stops, yet must on, fearful of following foes.

And so I chased her, startled in the wood,

Like a discovered Oread, who flies

The Faun who found her sleeping, each nude limb

Glittering betrayal through the solitude;

Till in a frosty cloud I saw her swim,

Like a drowned face, a blur beneath the ice.