THE SNOW MAN - by Marian Douglas

THE  SNOW  MAN  by  Marian Douglas  Look! how the clouds are flying south! The winds pipe loud and shrill! And high above the white drifts stands The snow man on the hill. Blow, wild wind from the icy north! Here's one who will not fear To feel thy coldest touch, or shrink Thy loudest blast to hear. Proud triumph of the schoolboy's skill! Far rather would I be A winter giant, ruling o'er A frosty realm, like thee, And stand amid the drifted snow, Like thee, a thing apart, Than be a man who walks with men, But has a frozen heart!