JACK FROST
The Frost looked forth on a still, clear night,
And whispered, “Now, I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
In silence I’ll take my way.
I will not go on like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,
That make such a bustle and noise in vain;
But I’ll be as busy as they!”