Light and Dark

 NOT the soul that’s whitest
 Wakens love the sweetest:
When the heart is lightest
 Oft the charm is fleetest.


While the snow-frail maiden,
 Waits the time of learning,
To the passion laden
 Turn with eager yearning.


While the heart is burning
 Heaven with earth is banded:
To the stars returning
 Go not empty-handed.


Ah, the snow-frail maiden!
 Somehow truth has missed her,
Left the heart unladen
 For its burdened sister.

Form: Lyric

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