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THIS fireglow is a red womb / In the night, where you're folded up / On your doom.
And the ugly, brutal years / Are dissolving out of you, / And the stagnant tears.
I the great vein that leads / From the night to the source of you, / Which the sweet blood feeds.
New phase in the germ of you; / New sunny streams of blood / Washing you through.
You are born again of me. / I, Adam, from the veins of me / The Eve that is to be.
What has been long ago / Grows dimmer, we both forget, / We no longer know.
You are lovely, your face is soft / Like a flower in bud / On a mountain croft.
This is Noël for me. / To-night is a woman born / Of the man in me.