Against a fall of snow, a Being Beauiful, and very tall. br Whistlings of death and circles of faint music br Make this adored body, swelling and trembling br Like a specter, rise... br Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh. br The true colors of life grow dark, br Shimmering and sperate br In the scaffolding, around the Vision. br br Shiverings mutter and rise, br And the furious taste of these effects is charged br With deadly whistlings and the raucous music br That the world, far behind us, hurls at our mother of beauty... br She retreats, she rises up... br Oh! Our bones have put on new flesh, for love.