January 23, 2014
We Are Winter - Team Canada Sochi 2014
The Winter Spirit (The Origin of the Ice Palace)
- Helen Fairbairn.
The winter night was full of wind and storm. The Christian's festal season close at hand. With frosty, glistening, snow-besprinkled form, The Winter Spirit roamed throughout the land.
Beneath, his flying footsteps froze the ground; And with his garments' rustling fell the snow ; His lightest touch made icicles abound; His breath, as when the keenest north winds blow.
He paused above the river, dull and gray, Turbid and chafing with a restless pain.
And soon in icy quietness it lay, Bound, bank to bank, within his Arctic chain.
He roamed along the leafless mountain side, And wheresoeer he found a solemn spruce. Or stately fir, or hemlock rich and wide, He paused, and shook his gleaming garments loose.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at January 23, 2014 08:28 AM