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?' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MY ALPENSTOCK by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CONCERT PARTY: BUSSEBOOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |