DLTK's Holiday Poetry
The Frosted Pane
by Evaleen Stein
When I wakened, very early,
All my window-pane was pearly
With a sparkling little picture
traced in lines of shining white;
Some
magician with a gleaming
Frosty brush,
while I was dreaming,
Must have come and by the starlight worked
through all the quiet night.
He had painted frosty people,
And a frosty church and steeple,
And a frosty bridge and river
tumbling over frosty rocks;
Frosty
mountain peaks that glimmered,
And
fine frosty ferns that shimmered,
And a frosty little pasture
full of frosty little flocks.
It was all touched in so lightly
And it glittered, oh, so whitely,
That I gazed and gazed in
wonder at the lovely painted pane;
Then the sun rose high and higher
With
his wand of golden fire
Till, alas, my picture vanished and
I looked for it in vain!
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