PRINCESS FIRE
Reading edition
The gray fog folds the houses round, The rain falls from the sky, And in the house, all snug and warm, Are Princess Fire and I; She wears a gown of changing red And while she sings to me She dances gayly to and fro With laughing witchery. Oh, weary, weary, weary wheels, Slow turning in the street; Oh, lamps that burn so bravely there, Through all the mist and sleet; Oh, great bleak wind from northern lands That beats against the pane— To your cold realms I banish you;— To darkness and the rain. Upon the hearthstone here within The ruddy comfort gleams, And Princess Fire her province rules, The while her subject dreams; And here are warmth, and cheer, and light, And here no need to sigh;— A lover and his lady bright— Good Princess Fire and I.
