collation, last needle,
in the snow!
Stand up, fire-breathing mist!
Vzmeti your snow dust!
Kill me, I killed
Once close to me!
I forgot all, he loved,
I heart blizzard twisted,
I threw the heart to the White Mountains,
It lies at the bottom!
I'll go to your fire!
burn me!
pierces me,
winged eyes,
A needle snow-fire!
13 January 1907
