She had fair hair that shone-
Back from her shoulders lifted a mane restless.
It let the wind rush through
And carried the snow to me.
She had dark eyes that glowed-
The night of the stars inside of pine warmness.
They breathed the breath of winter
And carried the trees to me.
She had a laugh that rang-
Echoing through space like bells on a harness
It filled the empty night
And carried the stars to me.