Mother: Alice, dear, what ails you, <br />Dazed and white and shaken? <br />Has the chill night numbed you? <br />Is it fright you have taken? <br /> <br />Alice: Mother I am very well, <br />I felt never better; <br />Mother, do not hold me so, <br />Let me write my letter. <br /> <br />Mother: Sweet, my dear, what ails you? <br /> <br />Alice: No, but I am well. <br />The night was cold and frosty, <br />There's no more to tell. <br /> <br /> <br />Mother: Ay, the night was frosty, <br />Coldly gaped the moon, <br />Yet the birds seemed twittering <br />Through green boughs of June. <br /> <br />Soft and thick the snow lay, <br />Stars danced in the sky. <br />Not all the lambs of May-day <br />Skip so bold and high. <br /> <br />Your feet were dancing, Alice, <br />Seemed to dance on air, <br />You looked a ghost or angel <br />In the starlight there. <br /> <br />Your eyes were frosted starlight, <br />Your heart, fire, and snow. <br />Who was it said 'I love you?' <br /> <br />Alice: Mother, let me go!<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-frostry-night/
