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SNOW-BORN BUTTERFLIES
The Forest-Ranger's Second Honeymoon
When you and I were white, white snow-born butterflies,
When you and I were butterflies,
When these were new-born mountains,
Back there a million geologic years,
The loves of fearful beasts went on
In all the valleys,
And love was shame and fury, blood and tears.
When you and I were butterflies,
When these were new-born mountains,
Back there a million geologic years,
The loves of fearful beasts went on
In all the valleys,
And love was shame and fury, blood and tears.
But we found new ways of loving
In the hearts of mountain flowers,
Close to glaciers, and the snow-line places.
We read a shy delight in the wooing red and white
Of all the tree-buds in their breeds and races.
In the hearts of mountain flowers,
Close to glaciers, and the snow-line places.
We read a shy delight in the wooing red and white
Of all the tree-buds in their breeds and races.
And we bound ourselves together,
And flew through the blue air,
Fluttering in naked sweetness in the sun.
That was the day that this day on the fire-grass was begun.
Still we are tender, and flower-taught,
In the light of the sun.
And flew through the blue air,
Fluttering in naked sweetness in the sun.
That was the day that this day on the fire-grass was begun.
Still we are tender, and flower-taught,
In the light of the sun.
Love is not death and fury, blood and tears;
Love holds no secret fears.
Love is the naked glory
Of the white, eternal, snowy, splendid summits of the years.
Love holds no secret fears.
Love is the naked glory
Of the white, eternal, snowy, splendid summits of the years.
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