This bright, irregular disk of ice I hewed out with my hatchet to get at the lake, It formed last night on the water hole That we cut. When it's cold the ice will make Quickly; an oasis of glass In an acre of snow ice. It came to pass That the night was cold and the cold is fuel For fusing water into a jewel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON ON A LADY'S WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |