The black panther treads at my side, <br />And above my fingers <br />There float the petal-like flames. <br /> <br />The milk-white girls <br />Unbend from the holly-trees, <br />And their snow-white leopard <br />Watches to follow our trace.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heather-5/
