Jack Frost
Poem By Gabriel Setoun (1920)
The door was shut as doors should be, before you went to
bed last night. Yet, Jack Frost has got in, you see, and left
your windows silver-white. He must have waited till you slept and
not a single word he spoke, but penciled over the panes and crept away
before you woke. Now you cannot see the trees or fields that
stretch beyond the lane, but there are fairer things than these, his
fingers traced on every pane.
Rocks and castles towering high, hills and dales and streams and
fields. And knights in armor riding by with nodding plumes and
shining shields, and here are little boats and there, big ships with sails spread to the breeze. And yonder, palm trees waving
fair and islands set in silver seas, and butterflies with gauzy
wings and herds of cows and flocks of sheep and fruits and flowers and
all the things you see when you are sound asleep.
For creeping softly underneath the door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe and knows the things you
think about. He paints them on the window pane with fairy lines
and frozen steam, and when you wake you see again, all the lovely
things you saw in dream!
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Performed By Grant Raymond Barrett.
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