Chapter XLII: Spell-Bound

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.