Poem

 The Frost Bringer’s Child

Icy winds of a frozen north

Snowflakes dancing ever forth

The pale fingers of a child's hand

Grasping ever for where they land

Oh, dear Frost Bringer’s child

Whose laughter and eyes are ever wild

Let me show you where to happily see

The wonders this world can offer thee

All the way from our frozen forest

To where singers have ever chorused

Past a land of shadows that play

To a land where eternal gaiety lay 

For though the world has abandoned thee

You shall cross the silver sea

Take my hand, dear child, and rest

You’ll see it all at your own request

The voices have scoffed at your joyous shout

They have taken you up and shut your mouth

They’ve told you to be something boring and dry

But, my dear child, do not let it make you cry

I did not give you a child’s heart

So they could simply shred you apart

I did not give you a soul with wings 

So they could make you a helpless thing

Take my hand, Frost Bringer’s child

Give to me the pain that’s compiled

Show to me your child’s heart

And let me piece together what fell apart

By: A.B. Swinborne

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