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<h2>THE FROST SPIRIT</h2>
<p>He comes,—he comes,—the Frost Spirit comes<br/>
You may trace his footsteps now<br/>
On the naked woods and the blasted fields and the<br/>
brown hill's withered brow.<br/>
He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees<br/>
where their pleasant green came forth,<br/>
And the winds, which follow wherever he goes,<br/>
have shaken them down to earth.<br/>
<br/>
He comes,—he comes,—the Frost Spirit comes!<br/>
from the frozen Labrador,<br/>
From the icy bridge of the Northern seas, which<br/>
the white bear wanders o'er,<br/>
Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice, and the<br/>
luckless forms below<br/>
In the sunless cold of the lingering night into<br/>
marble statues grow<br/>
<br/>
He comes,—he comes,—the Frost Spirit comes<br/>
on the rushing Northern blast,<br/>
And the dark Norwegian pines have bowed as his<br/>
fearful breath went past.<br/>
With an unscorched wing he has hurried on,<br/>
where the fires of Hecla glow<br/>
On the darkly beautiful sky above and the ancient<br/>
ice below.<br/>
<br/>
He comes,—he comes,—the Frost Spirit comes<br/>
and the quiet lake shall feel<br/>
The torpid touch of his glazing breath, and ring to<br/>
the skater's heel;<br/>
And the streams which danced on the broken<br/>
rocks, or sang to the leaning grass,<br/>
Shall bow again to their winter chain, and in<br/>
mournful silence pass.<br/>
He comes,—he comes,—the Frost Spirit comes!<br/>
Let us meet him as we may,<br/>
And turn with the light of the parlor-fire his evil<br/>
power away;<br/>
And gather closer the circle round, when that<br/>
fire-light dances high,<br/>
And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend as<br/>
his sounding wing goes by!<br/>
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1830.<br/></p>
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