Why did Nature after such large expense
Declare the pact of her unaltered peace
And let the invader softly enter in,
Sleep, sleep with no defense but the tired sentry
Sleeping at the outer wall of space,
So wind herself in fleece of that cold flame,
In the dream of space, in Jason’s silver fleece.
Nocturnal rabbits sport above her breast,
Upon her vein the white albino flower
Suckles a climate mild from pole to pole.
She is supine, she fades from her own eyes
And fading, sees her image darkening.
There is no trust now in her blood-colored cloud
Nor in the frigid flame of her bright sea.
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