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FROST
Magician he, who, autumn nights,
Down from the starry darkness whirls;
Heav'n's harlequin, whose spangled tights
And wand are powdered thick with pearls.
Down from the starry darkness whirls;
Heav'n's harlequin, whose spangled tights
And wand are powdered thick with pearls.
Through him each pane presents a scene,
A Lilliputian landscape, where
The world is white instead of green,
And trees and houses hang in air.
A Lilliputian landscape, where
The world is white instead of green,
And trees and houses hang in air.
Where Elfins gambol and delight,
And bow the jewelled bells of flowers;
Where upside-down we see the night
With many moons and meteor showers.
And bow the jewelled bells of flowers;
Where upside-down we see the night
With many moons and meteor showers.
And surely in his wand and hand
Lies Midas magic, for, behold,
Some morn we wake and find the land,
Both field and forest, turned to gold.
Lies Midas magic, for, behold,
Some morn we wake and find the land,
Both field and forest, turned to gold.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |