Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS GOING FOR WATER by ROBERT FROST NIGHT, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NOTHING TO WEAR' by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE |