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 Float into the clouds and capture

The chain-lightning as it falls,

Drawing through its skeins those flashes

Which glide harmless down her body,

But, beneath her, split a pine-tree

From its topmost bough to foot.

And the eyes of this wild woman,

In the light which flickers purple

Bound and round the summit, glitter

Green beneath great brows of black.