Jack Frost

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Title:     Jack Frost
Author: Cotton Noe [More Titles by Noe]

In a pixy chariot, drawn,
Not by deer, but elfin fawn,
Thou hast come, Jack Frost and gone.

Silently, unheralded,
O'er the earth thy chariot sped;
Dear Jack Frost, where hast thou fled?

Thou the child's and poet's friend,
Brings't us blessings without end,
Joys the world can not transcend.

Naught but beauty now remains--
Flowers, ferns and fairy fanes,
Wrought upon the window panes;

Fields and forests all aglow,--
Colors only thou dost know:
How the heart doth overflow!

Purple clusters thine and mine,
Winter-wild and muscadine,
Bursting with the wine of vine!

Haws, persimmons, berries red,
Nuts the earth have overspread--
Dear Jack Frost, why hast thou fled?

Old Chris we hail with all his boast,
His jolly fun and merry cost,
But oh, we love Jack Frost, Jack Frost!

[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Jack Frost

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