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The lights within the ice-floes are our flowers, / Lily and daffodil and violet.
Beneath these monstrous suns that never set / Tremble soft rainbows, young as Earth's first hours, / Ancient as Time. No balm of gentle showers / Make for their growth; for them, gigantic, met / The immemorial ice and sun, to get / Such blossoms -- pledge of Beauty's bravest powers.