Pole and Ice
On arctic snows the central star
is shining like the glinting ice;
around its gleam the heavens spin
until the dawn begins to rise.
Auroral promise will pour out gold
in aureate splendor crowned;
but fair and still are midnight stars
that dance their circumpolar round.
And you, my love, are like the pole,
the pivot on which the heavens turn,
and I am like the ice below,
with ardent starlight graced and burned.
Yet soon the dawn will sear the sky
and every star be lost to view
and I shall blaze with sunlight white
and then shall have forgotten you.