Frost

Ah, winter winds how fast you run
And dance to songs the corvus sings
On gleaming frost beneath the sun,
That left the fields a shade of dun
Upon the tilt our axis brings.
Ah, winter winds how fast you run,
How fast the snowflake thread is spun
Below your white prismatic wings
On gleaming frost beneath the sun.
The silver hand of winter, shun,
And on the heart of warmth it stings;
Ah, winter winds how fast you run
To conquer autumn, deed is doneā€”
A foe now looms with fallen kings
On gleaming frost beneath the sun,
That holds a tree, the covered one
Whilst on a branch the corvus clings.
Ah, winter winds how fast you run
On gleaming frost beneath the sun.