There Was A Fairy - Flake Of Winter - Who, When The Snow Came, Whispering, Silence, Sister Crystal To Crystal Sighing, Making Of Meadow Argent Palace, Night A Star-Sown Solitude, Cried 'Neath Her Frozen Eaves, "I Burn Here!" Wings Diaphanous, Beating Bee-Like, Wand Within Fingers, Locks Enspangled, Icicle Foot, Lip Sharp As Scarlet, She Lifted Her Eyes In Her Pitch-Black Hollow - Green As Stalks Of Weeds In Water - Breathed: Stirred. Rilled From Her Heart The Ichor, Coursing, Flamed And Awoke Her Slumbering Magic. Softlier Than Moth'S Her Pinions Trembled; Out Into Blackness, Light-Like, She Flittered, Leaving Her Hollow Cold, Forsaken. In Air, O'Er Crystal, Rang Twangling Night-Wind. Bare, Rimed Pine-Woods Murmured Lament.