The Frost Spirit
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- He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes
- You may trace his footsteps now
- On the naked woods and the blasted fields and the
- brown hill's withered brow.
- He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees
- where their pleasant green came forth,
- And the winds, which follow wherever he goes,
- have shaken them down to earth.
- He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes!
- from the frozen Labrador,
- From the icy bridge of the Northern seas, which
- the white bear wanders o'er,
- Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice, and the
- luckless forms below
- In the sunless cold of the lingering night into
- marble statues grow
- He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes
- on the rushing Northern blast,
- And the dark Norwegian pines have bowed as his
- fearful breath went past.
- With an unscorched wing he has hurried on,
- where the fires of Hecla glow
- On the darkly beautiful sky above and the ancient
- ice below.
- He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes
- and the quiet lake shall feel
- The torpid touch of his glazing breath, and ring to
- the skater's heel;
- And the streams which danced on the broken
- rocks, or sang to the leaning grass,
- Shall bow again to their winter chain, and in
- mournful silence pass.
- He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes!
- Let us meet him as we may,
- And turn with the light of the parlor-fire his evil
- power away;
- And gather closer the circle round, when that
- fire-light dances high,
- And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend as
- his sounding wing goes by!
- 1830.
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