Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow."
In Mr. Bryant's "Winter Piece" we have a brilliant description of frost-work:
"Look! the massy trunks
Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray
Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven,
Is studded with its trembling water-drops,
That glimmer with an amethystine light.
But round the parent stem the long low boughs
Bend, in a glittering ring, and arbors hide