Not yet a greater sound
Than that of eased recognition
Of silence bewildered by the empty house
My lover left me in

I heard his voice softly whisper
I never wish to hear again
To hold close the faint lips
My gentleman, my friend

I ****** in every memory
As if the air itself could breathe
Dancing around quiet graves
Until our parting eve

Until I see with my own eyes
Your figure come to greet
I’ll stay a wait
For hours late
For parted lips and lovers arms
Embrace these hearts
These slighted charms
Stay this night
With me.

I see the sad eyes of the Winter rain
Like the ice blades he tears
As I catch every falling shard
And watch the skin of my hands run red
I am tainted, I am marked

I am contrast against Winter's silent blanket
If not for the stains on my arms and dress
I am visioned as pure
The Snow White *****
Fallen to exile of barren wasteland
For taking to the hand of marriage
To Winter's demand
And forward I'll go with punishment
On my soul
But keep locked down that I am clean
I am the Snow King's wife
I am his ice

And by such means as snow and ice
I will wash my stains
And show translucent skin
I carry man's sin
In the form of a woman
And a woman as such will be forever
Banished
Because of man's fear
She is cold
She is a *****
She's a Queen and she's pure

I am numb and fall to the Season's feet
He is my love
I am his delicacy and his beauty
And his pure heart
Because I am human
Of which he can never be

I wished for meadows gold and green,
  for forests rich and sweet,
as autumn's chill crept up between
  the boards beneath my feet.

It seemed to me within your eyes
  there welled a wish like mine--
as if the gray November skies
  could cry a draught of wine.