THE ICE-KING. The wrathful Winter prochynge on a pace, With chilling colde had pearst the tender green: The soyle that earst so semely was to seen, Was all despoyled of her beauties hewe: And soote freshe flowers (wherewith the summer's queen Had clad the earth) now Boreas blastes downe blewe, And small fowles flocking in their song did rewe The winter's wrath, wherewith eche thing defaste Hawthorne had lost his motley lyverye, The naked twigges were shivering all for colde; And dropping down the teares abundantly; Eche thing (me thought), with weping eye me tolde The cruell season, bidding me with-holde My selfe within, for I was gotten out Into the feldes, wheras I walkte about. SACKVILLE. SCOWLING WINTER looked grimly out From the gate of his icy Hall; But the forest-trees were still wrapped about Of the merry breeze waved they all. Seemed their garb to him, H H Whose array is chill, and dark, and dim It irked his sight, And he longed to hold His stern, harsh, cold Dominion o'er all the shivering land, And grasp it tight in his frosty hand. He threw o'er the earth a wrathful look; The Sun grew pale, and the strong trees shook, At the icy glance of his withering eye; And then his loud voice came rushing by, Calling to Autumn; he bade her fling Prone to the earth each verdant thing That bloomed in the path of the cold Ice-king. Thy reign is o'er"-he sternly cried, Passing away are thy power and pride, Thy golden throne Is carried away from the bare hill-side; Thy flowers all flown From field, wood, moorland, garden, and lea, Yet, ere thou go Shake the last brown leaves from the forest tree, And lay them low; Lay them low, as a carpet spread On the mossy ground Strew them around, Beneath my feet not o'er my head; "For I shall bring Curtains all wove of the silvery snow, And drop them around- above- below, While not a thing That thou hast cherished its face shall show. Fling away all Thy fluttering leaves and faded flowers; Too slight too small Their forms would seem in my lofty bowers; "Oft in the night, When wearied mortals lie warmly sleeping, I o'er the world through the air am sweeping; Roaming about And tricking out Each familiar scene like a Fairy Land; From roof, shed, window - there and here, In many a crystal and diamond spear; And flinging pearls with a lavish hand O'er hedge, field, fence, bush, grove, and tree, All set in a silvery filagree. And my feats are ever so silently done They're all unguessed, till the morning sun Ruddy and round, 'mid vapours tost Looks on a kingdom of white hoar-frost. A glassy floor from rim to rim Of the lake that shines i' the valley low; And then-how merrily, swiftly go The skaiters along! They dart Or circle in many a mazy ring; they skim Oh! these are the sports of the cold Ice-king. And what hast thou to show, In thy russet bower and leavy pall, Can match with my boundless and glittering Hall?” Queen of the sober shroud, Haste thee away — begone— For the Ice-king hurryeth on: He travels along on a swift black cloud; He travels along—and their roar so loud Before him rolls afar He comes-and the leafless woods bend down Before the King of the Icy crown. He comes in terror, and wrath, and dread; Around him the storm and the blast outspread Their awful wings-and the darken'd sky Frowns on the earth most gloomily Oh! the Ice-king's reign is dreary! But though dreary without-'tis glad within, With merry meetings of kith and kin, And hearts so light and cheery — The wintry eves we will e'en prolong The great yule-log on the hearth shall blaze, The Holly's bright leaves and berries red For maidens who covet, yet seem to dread, Farewell to the year!-the fair young Spring In Summer's glow did vanish; Autumn fled from the stern Ice-king, Whom Spring again will banish. THE END. UNIV. OF MICHIGAN JAN 6 1915 |