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| Frost written by William Henry Davies |
| From "A Poet's Calendar", 1927 | Link to further information |
What swords and spears, what daggers bright
He arms the morning with! How light
His powder is, that's fit to lie
On the wings of a butterfly!
What milk-white clothing he has made
For every little twig and blade!
What curious silver work is shown
On wood and iron, glass and stone!
'If you, my slim Jack Frost, can trace
This work so fine, so full of grace,
Tell me,' I said, 'before I go -
Where is your plump young sister, Snow?'
| This work is in the public domain in countries where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. |