Here you will find the Poem Mist And Frost of poet Duncan Campbell Scott
Veil-like and beautiful Gathered the dutiful Mist in the night, True to the messaging, Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light. Ghostly and chill it is, Pallid and still it is, Sudden uprist; What is there tragical, Moving or magical, Hid in the mist? Millions of essences, Fairy-like presences Formless as yet; Light-riven spangles, Crystalline tangles Floating unset. Frost will come shepherding Nowise enjeoparding Frondage or flower; Just a degree of it, Nought can we see of it Only its power. Earth like a Swimmer Plunged into the dimmer Wave of the night, Now is uprisen, An Elysian vision Of spray and of light. 'Tis the intangible Delicate frangible Secret of mist, Breathing may banish it, Thought may evanish it,-- Ponder and whist! Passionless purity, Calmness in surety Dwells everywhere, A winnowed whiteness, A lunar lightness Glows in the air. But in the heart of it Every least part of it Blooms with the charm, Star-shape and frondage Broken from bondage Forged into form. Crystals encrusted, Diamonds dusted Line everything, Tiny the stencillings Are as the pencillings On a moth's wing. And O, what a wonder! No farther asunder Than atoms are laid, The arches and angles Of star-froth and spangles Cast their own shade. Out from the chalices, The pigmy palaces Where the tint hides, Opal and sapphire Half-pearl and half-fire The colour slides; Till the frail miracle Rapturous lyrical Flushes and glows With a wraith of florescence That tempers or lessens The light of the snows. Held all aquiver,-- But now with a shiver The power of the sun Dissolves the laces Of the tender mazes, All is undone. But the old Earth brooding, All wisdom including, Affirms and assures That above the material, Triumphal imperial Beauty endures.