The Frost of Death was on the
    Pane
Protect your flower said He
Like sailers fighting with
    a leak
We fought Mortality -
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One passive flower we held
    to Sea
To mountain to the Sun
But even on his scarlet shelf
To crawl the Frost began
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We pried him back
Ourselves we wedged
Himself and Her between
But easy as a narrow snake
He forked his way along -
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Like all her helpless beauty bent
And then our wrath began
We hunted him to his Ravine