第81章 THE STORM

SHE reached for sunset fires, And lived with stars and the sea, The mountains for her temple, The storm for priest had she.

Together a libation They poured to the God she knew, Such wine as ageless heavens And lonely wisdom brew.

Now she has done with worship, For her all rites are the same;Yet the storm keeps green forever The moss upon her name.

G. O. WARREN