“Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!” FirstsHardYoungSeaLandRocksKingsDaughterRoseWinterWarmRingsSnowMy DaughterBellsLocksBeardSunnyIcy Author:Charles Godfrey Leland
