  Laggan Her hidden smile was full of little breasts, And with her too white hands she stroked her fears, The while the serpent peered at her arched ears, And night's grim hours stalked in, unbidden guests. A noise was in her eyes that sang of scorn, And round her voice there gleamed a nameless dread, As though her lips were hungry for the dead, Yet knew the food of dawn would be forlorn. The cold hours ebbed, and still she held her throne; Across the sky the lightning made mad play, And then the scarlet screams stood forth revealed. She turned her back, and grasped a monotone; It answered all; she lived again that day She triumphed in the tragic turnip field. |
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