Naema
The Snow Queene
W i n t e r And the robin flew Into the air, the air, The white mist through; And small and rare The night-frost fell Into the calm and misty dell.
And the dusk gathered low, And the silver moon and stars On the frozen snow Drew taper bars, Kindled winking fires In the hooded briers.
And the sprawling Bear Growled deep in the sky; And Orion’s hair Streamed sparkling by: But the North sighed low, “Snow, snow, more snow!”
Walter de la Mare
