The Angel.

The angel came to the virgin,
Amidst flakes of white snow;
To the virgin, who lived in joy,
And knew not what was woe.

The angel came to the virgin,
And hugged her in his wings—
Just like the Swan did dumb Leda—
And taught her earthly things.

The heat melted the white-bright snow,
Tinting her lips with red;
As the last flake melted, he left
But feathers on her bed.

She began to think, to but cry,
Tears, tears, instead of snow,
Replaced angels with mortal men,
And battled against woe.

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