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 done— 
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.