Here you will find the Poem Primavera in the North of poet Elinor Morton Wylie
She has danced for leagues and leagues, Over thorns and thistles, Prancing to a tune of Griegg's Performed on willow whistles. Antelopes behold her, dazed, Velvet-eyed, and furry; Polar flowers, crackle-glazed, Snap beneath her hurry. In a wig of copper wire, A gown of scalloped gauzes, She capers like a flame of fire Over Arctic mosses. All her tears have turned to birds, All her thoughts of dolour Paint the snow with scarlet words And traceries of colour.