First, a frost on the spirit rage stirring, flower
Felt; then coyly, like placid volcanic ash,
Snow fell; then the wind's sea salt fervor
Began; ice swathed bit by bit like a lash
Unleashed upon us; pulled from me my wishes'
Savaged forms scattered; Duchess revenge
Sent them scouring through the night like witches
Before they fell like a meteor's red edged
Embers into the sea; now wending their way,
Caravanned by whom? currents? scaled or scalloped
Harbingers? I don't know, but far away,
To the Dolphins' Pearl Citadel, they escaped,
And so moved was the queen there that her strong
Magic was stirred; she felt our hurt, you see, our wrong...