Torch girl of the marshes
   Her kiss is a whip of the moon
   Dawn's damsels are dancing
   To the hum of her sunny young tune
  
   Gems hemmed in the heart's head
   The shield of the rivers is hers
   She one told me to think white
   And the night disappeared like a bird
  
   Hold the glove of gold behind you
   Love the glove of Truth.