A poem by the Norwegian poet Johan Sebastian Welhaven (1807-73)

The snow’s now falling thick and fast

The snow’s now falling thick and fast,

And the boy runs hither and thither.

A great many miles does he slither

And slide now before the day’s past.

Great blocks of snow in the courtyard he rolls,

And into stout soldiers he makes them;

Much effort and toil does it take him.

The soldiers are given eyes made of coal.

He trundles the snow as if in a trance,

While the towering warriors stand gazing;

A breastwork he now works on raising.

The broomstick he gives them serves as a lance.

And now he is done, and his strength is no more;

His hands are both frozen and stinging.

With strong dreams soon to be winging

A restless night the boy has in store.

You hear him exclaim, the tired little one:

‘Tomorrow they all will do battle!’

Then rainclouds the sky shake and rattle,

And his warriors soon are all gone.

(1838)