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Float into the clouds and capture
The chain-lightning as it falls,
Drawing through its skeins those flashes
Which glide harmless down her body,
But, beneath her, split a pine-tree
From its topmost bough to foot.
And the eyes of this wild woman,
In the light which flickers purple
Bound and round the summit, glitter
Green beneath great brows of black.