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_Wash of cold river / in a glacial land, / Ionian water, / chill, snow-ribbed sand, / drift of rare flowers, / clear, with delicate shell- / like leaf enclosing / frozen lily-leaf, / camellia texture, / colder than a rose; _
_wind-flower / that keeps the breath / of the north-wind -- / these and none other; _
_intimate thoughts and kind / reach out to share / the treasure of my mind, / intimate hands and dear / draw garden-ward and sea-ward / all the sheer rapture / that I would take / to mould a clear / and frigid statue; _
_rare, of pure texture, / beautiful space and line, / marble to grace / your inaccessible shrine._