Oh, Ransomed soul.
Oh, heart aglow.
Divine sparks that fly
From the fiery anvil of tests;
memories dimmed by suffering
Float about my mind
in distant squeakish spasms,
Mesmerising my soul
in silent solemn awe
Like a beautiful ice maiden
Frozen in stride.
ENOCH JOHN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ice-maiden/
