Poems of Nature

The Frost Spirit.

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.

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