THE SKATER.

BY WILLIAM CANTON.

ILLUSTRATED BY A. L. BOWLEY.

   O'er glassy levels of the mere
     She glides on slanting skate;
   She loves in fairy curves to veer
     And weave her figure eight.
Bright flower in fur, I would thy feet
Could weave my heart and thine, my sweet,
Thus into one glad life complete!
   Harsh winter, rage thy rudest:
     Freeze, freeze, thou churlish sky;
   Blow, arctic wind, thy shrewdest—
     What care my heart and I!