Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in the north-land <br />And gleaming in the north-land, her pillow all a-glow; <br /> For the frost has come and found her <br /> With an ermine robe around her <br />Where little Lady Icicle lies dreaming in the snow. <br /> <br />Little Lady Icicle is waking in the north-land, <br />And shaking in the north-land her pillow to and fro; <br /> And the hurricane a-skirling <br /> Sends the feathers all a-whirling <br />Where little Lady Icicle is waking in the snow. <br /> <br />Little Lady Icicle is laughing in the north-land, <br />And quaffing in the north-land her wines that overflow; <br /> All the lakes and rivers crusting <br /> That her finger-tips are dusting, <br />Where little Lady Icicle is laughing in the snow. <br /> <br />Little Lady Icicle is singing in the north-land, <br />And bringing from the north-land a music wild and low; <br /> And the fairies watch and listen <br /> Where her silver slippers glisten, <br />As little Lady Icicle goes singing through the snow. <br /> <br />Little Lady Icicle is coming from the north-land, <br />Benumbing all the north-land where'er her feet may go; <br /> With a fringe of frost before her <br /> And a crystal garment o'er her, <br />Little Lady Icicle is coming with the snow.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-icicle/
