GOLD & BLUE
| Ice spins fast and catches afire, Streaming flame-tails traveling higher, Burning bright swaths in lapis air, Flowing as fine as angel's hair, Journeying worn and ancient ways, Marking the place young star-bits play; Left last, a shawl the moon shines through-- Fire meets ice, as so gold meets blue. (2001) |
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
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