Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Frozen Stream
THE FROZEN STREAM
The cold wind swept the fields and forest o'erAnd all the little leaves came fluttering down,The reeds and grasses turned to sombre brownAnd robin's happy song was heard no more.
The little streamlet heard the wild wind's roarAnd saw the azure sky grow dark with dread;Then built a palace for his houseless head,And sealed it tight and locked the crystal door.Gay colored pebbles formed the palace floor,And every mystic form of fairy loreWas fashioned in that clear transparent dome.
In stormy days it felt no winds that blew,In sunny hours the light of heaven came throughTo cheer the little streamlet in its home.