In Polar noons when the moonshine glimmers, And the frost-fans whirl, And whiter than moonlight the ice-flowers grow, And the lunar rainbow quivers and shimmers, 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-foot fairies smile, for they know The Weaver of Snow. And she climbs at last to a berg set free, That drifteth slow: And she sails to the edge of the world we see: And waits till the wings of the north wind lean Like an eagle's wings o'er a lochan of green, And the pale stars glow On berg and floe. . . . Then down on our world with a wild laugh of glee She empties her lap full of shimmer and sheen. @3And that is the way in a dream I have seen The Weaver of Snow.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES THE SONG OF THE LIGHT-HEARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO TERRAUGHTY, ON HIS BIRTHDAY by ROBERT BURNS THE FALLEN by JOHN VANCE CHENEY |