Poem for the Children - The snow witch

When all the world is under snow,

And the wind, crying in the north,

Sends its wild choir of voices forth,

Now shrieking loud, now falling low,

The Snow Witch with her ice-crowned hair

Is hurling snowflakes everywhere.

Her garments are the Northern Lights

Beyond the bare arms of the trees;

And, from her height, she looks and sees

Earth’s towns and hamlets lit o’ nights;

And sighs, mayhap, far up above,

For one poor hearth alight with love.