Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.Robert Louis Stevenson18501894
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.