Show The Ice King Have you heard of the wonderful king Ice-king Who rules in m the realms of snow Where the seabird fly neath a cloudless sky And the wild wind shrieks as it rushes by Where the dark waters sea-waters flow When the world is dreaming in slumber He wraps his gray cloak round On a white milk-white steed at a breathless speed He sees his ice-capped ice hills recede As he flies oer o'er the frozen ground dark dark in the midnight When he drives the clouds before When he chains the brook with his icy look And covers with ft frost ost each tiny nook Along the winding shore No mortal ever saw him For a spectre king is he r Who sits alone on his ice-carved ice throne r. r And hears the breaking waters moan the dreary sea I wonder fot at his magic For he paints with a master hand With beautiful pictures of trees and flowers He beguiles the long and weary hours Z In his wonderful midnight land Harvard Advocate |