THE WEAVER OF SNOW

In polar noons when the

moonshine glimmers,

And the frost-fans whirl,

And whiter than moonlight the ice-flowers grow,

And the Silent Laughers dance to and fro,

A stooping girl, as pale as pearl

Gathers the frost-flowers where they blow:

And the fleet-footfairies smile, for they know,

The Weaver of Snow.

-- Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp)

 

 

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