Lacy frost upon shimmering leaves doth peak
Watching the garden glisten with crystals rippling over
Clear-cut diamonds nest in the timid flowers
That do still fight the shivering cold.
Frozen dew-drops drip from wakening feathers,
Whilst painted fields do roll, like glass-cut waves
Throwing off their pearls of glossy hue's that do so
Cling to these rolling hills of painted reflections.
Tree's do now don their garments of fine lace
And quivering snow, smiling sweetly to the
Shivering cold as they sing: `So now you frost and
Snow, clothe us in your gossamer garments of
Snow-white lace and creamy pearls`.