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upon the splintered summit

Swathed in tempest, by a black gulf,

Wondrous beautiful, a Woman—

Large and strong her body's lines are

As she leans upon the rock

At the crag's edge lightly swaying:

One knee rests across the other

Balanced, and, with fingers clenched,

In her hand she grasps a serpent,

Careless how the monstrous creature

Twines and coils, and shoots its fork forth

Helpless that white grip to loosen,

Helpless to escape her fingers.

Red her hair is; like to flame-tongues

Stream amid the storm its tresses,