Little Lady Icicle is dreaming in the north-land 
And gleaming in the north-land, her pillow all a-glow; 
 For the frost has come and found her 
 With an ermine robe around her 
Where little Lady Icicle lies dreaming in the snow. 

Little Lady Icicle is waking in the north-land, 
And shaking in the north-land her pillow to and fro; 
 And the hurricane a-skirling 
 Sends the feathers all a-whirling 
Where little Lady Icicle is waking in the snow. 

Little Lady Icicle is laughing in the north-land, 
And quaffing in the north-land her wines that overflow; 
 All the lakes and rivers crusting 
 That her finger-tips are dusting, 
Where little Lady Icicle is laughing in the snow. 

Little Lady Icicle is singing in the north-land, 
And bringing from the north-land a music wild and low; 
 And the fairies watch and listen 
 Where her silver slippers glisten, 
As little Lady Icicle goes singing through the snow. 

Little Lady Icicle is coming from the north-land, 
Benumbing all the north-land where'er her feet may go; 
 With a fringe of frost before her 
 And a crystal garment o'er her, 
Little Lady Icicle is coming with the snow.