Publisher's Synopsis
THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOWA merry sightIt was, when, crowding round the traveller, They smote him with their heaviest snow-flakes, flungNeedles of frost in handfuls at his cheeks, And, of the light wreaths of his smoking breath, Wove a white fringe for his brown beard, and laughedTheir slender laugh to see him wink and grinAnd make grim faces as he floundered o