Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

PRINCESS FIRE

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.