Canadian Born

by Emily Pauline Johnson



Lady Icicle


 

Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in the north-land
And gleaming in the north-land, her pillow all a-glow;
    For the frost has come and found her
    With an ermine robe around her
Where little Lady Icicle lies dreaming in the snow.
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Little Lady Icicle is waking in the north-land,
And shaking in the north-land her pillow to and fro;
    And the hurricane a-skirling
    Sends the feathers all a-whirling
Where little Lady Icicle is waking in the snow.
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Little Lady Icicle is laughing in the north-land,
And quaffing in the north-land her wines that overflow; [Page 57]
    All the lakes and rivers crusting
    That her finger-tips are dusting,
Where little Lady Icicle is laughing in the snow.
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Little Lady Icicle is singing in the north-land,
And bringing from the north-land a music wild and low;
    And the fairies watch and listen
    Where her silver slippers glisten,
As little Lady Icicle goes singing through the snow.
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Little Lady Icicle is coming from the north-land
Benumbing all the north-land where’er her feet may go;
    With a fringe of frost before her
    And a crystal garment o’er her,
Little Lady Icicle is coming with the snow. [Page 58]
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