20 April 2012

I saw Winter beneath a spindle tree,

She plucked berries bright to crown her head.

She was singing little robin's song

While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.

I ran home into my little house,

Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door;

I knelt down to blow the fire to flame,

Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.

Long-legged shadows came from corners drear,

Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again.

I hear North Wind pushing at the gate,

I won't open, not for wind or rain.

Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves

Take ye far away, fairy folk to see.

Crowning her dark hair with berries red

I saw Winter beneath a spindle tree.

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