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<h3><SPAN name="XIV" id="XIV"></SPAN>XIV</h3>
<h3><i>Flowers of Ice</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">The lights within the ice-floes are our flowers,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Lily and daffodil and violet.<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath these monstrous suns that never set<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Tremble soft rainbows, young as Earth’s first hours,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ancient as Time. No balm of gentle showers<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Make for their growth; for them, gigantic, met<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The immemorial ice and sun, to get<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Such blossoms—pledge of Beauty’s bravest powers.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Violet and pale grass-green, the Spring-time dies<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In the soft South. To us, in this grim world,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Daring with frozen heart and tearless eyes<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The North’s white sanctity, Fate idly throws<br/></span>
<span class="i2">These alms—a deathless Spring of ice enfurled,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And over all, far flung, the sunset rose.<br/></span></div>
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