Seems her pale breast.
Her sweeping robe trails like the cloud and wind
Storms leave behind.
The ice of the year, and its Aprilian part,
Sleep in her heart.
Wherefore, small marvel that her footsteps be
Like strides of Destiny!
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O lady of the long robes, the slow folds flowing—
Lady of the white breast, the dark and lofty head—