Duncan Campbell Scott - Frost Magic

I <br /> <br />Now, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky, <br />The frost has come to charm with elfin might <br />This quiet room; to draw with symbols bright <br />Faces and forms in fairest charactery <br />Upon the casement; all the thoughts that lie <br />Deep hidden in my heart's core he would tell, <br />How the red shoots of fancy strike and swell, <br />How they are watered, what soil nourished by. <br /> <br />With eerie power he piles his atomies, <br />Incrusted gems, star-glances overborne <br />With lids of sleep pulled from the moth's bright eyes, <br />And forests of frail ferns, blanched and forlorn, <br />Where Oberon of unimagined size <br />Might in the silver silence wind his horn. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />With these alone he draws in magic lines, <br />Faces that people dreams, and chiefly one <br />Happy and brilliant as the northern sun, <br />And by its darling side there gleams and shines <br />One of God's children with the laughing signs <br />Of dimples, and glad accents, and sweet cries, <br />That angels are and heaven's memories: <br />The wizard thus my soul's estate divines; <br /> <br />All it holds dear he sets alone apart, <br />Etches the past in likeness of dim groves <br />Silvered in quiet rime and with rare art, <br />In crystal spoils and fairy treasure-troves, <br />He draws the picture of the happy heart, <br />By those who love it most, whom most it loves.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frost-magic/