And their bright hair went down in jewelled fire
Where crystal broke and dazzled shudderingly.
I check my swift pursuit; for see where lie,
Bruised, being twins in love, by languor sweet,
Two sleeping girls, clasped at my very feet.
I seize and run with them, nor part the pair,
Breaking this covert of frail petals, where
Roses drink scent of the sun and our light play
'Mid tumbled flowers shall match the death of day.
I love that virginal fury, ah! the wild