I see Melissa’s flame red ear
Protrude through amber tresses clear
As water. While around it turns
Murdered ice, it glows and burns.
On the mountain vassal snows
And assets that the winter froze,
Locked in crystal vaults, prepare
The limpid honey of her hair.
Like water gelid, pure and chaste
Headlong to her ear it raced
To ignite and to expire
Fuel-oil for a vestal fire.
1/11/2014
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