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.