>Under the glow of the midnight sun >On the ice that only the steadfast star knows >Where the cold malevolent Floewolves run >Her coat, her mane, were as the snow >Her heart the fire of a hundred hearths >And to her, ancestral winds did show >Past the revered plain, guided by the scarths >Travelled the young mare south >Following the ever enduring evening star >Through forests with trees great and routh >Over erratics of the frightening rine >To the salmon-brook's marshy mouth >Where the thin morning mist does shine >There she learnt the secrets all >How the spirits and the world combine >What made the mighty mountains tall >Why the cresent and sun stay in their place >What causes the light snow to fall >She learnt all this and saw such grace >And she looked up to the clouds >Drawing her breath with upturned face >Her first words she whispered loud >"Feel my love, oh lovely world of this" >"Feel my love, come forth and abound" >"Feel my love, for love is a life-giving kiss" >"Feel the love, of Cirrus Wisp"