Forget the silver water sprites

That dance through your forest veins

The leaf-light shall not pass today

And for this I apologize.

Yet upon the winter meadows, halt!

View your dragon-destiny

That majestic winged fate of yours

That flies like song on whistling winds.

A tune! A tune of tomorrow

Of fleeting-firefly hopes

And fairy-light dreams

Woven among the barren trees

Stooped over like wizened men

From the glistening weight of snow.