I, being from the Northlands and disposed

I, being from the Northlands and disposed
To all the frigid notions of my folk
Find your most dear propinquity evokes
A warmth within I thought had died or dozed.
I see you know the question I have posed:
If profound coolth that fills my heart will yoke
Your will to mine. In such a cosmic joke
Your golden gaze can thaw what I've supposed
To be my lot: a lonely empty plain.
Siroccos clarify my pulse. My mind
Will stagger, blood arises. Vivid pain
Of cracking ice, of flooding thaw, that vined
Up limbs when bindings broke, will surely wane:
Your blinding heat has borrowed in. I find
My blizzard's done. You brought me springtime rain.