Ice
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hillAnd in the withered leafage worked his will,The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still,—Then built himself a magic house of glass,Irised with memories of flowers and grass,Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hillAnd in the withered leafage worked his will,The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still,—Then built himself a magic house of glass,Irised with memories of flowers and grass,Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hillAnd in the withered leafage worked his will,The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still,—Then built himself a magic house of glass,Irised with memories of flowers and grass,Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.
When Winter scourged the meadow and the hill
And in the withered leafage worked his will,
The water shrank, and shuddered, and stood still,—
Then built himself a magic house of glass,
Irised with memories of flowers and grass,
Wherein to sit and watch the fury pass.