In my chamber, as frost melted in th’early morn’,
My soul stirred to songs inspiring.
Visions of hands raised as shields for a dying land
Spurred my heart to sad admiring.

 

Then, my room glimmered with radiant luminance,
The source taking a maiden’s frame.
As light dimmed to soft glow, her features soon emerged,
Though never reached their aim.

 

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