Snickerty Nick
DWARF
My brain may be little,
My brain may be thick,
But why should people
With kingdoms—kick?
My brain may be mighty,
My brain may be deep,
But dreams are a kingdom—
I’m going to sleep.
[He curls up on the steps and goes to sleep. The stage darkens. It is night.]
[Winter, wrapped in silver, steals in through the gate, treads softly around the flower beds, in and out among the bushes and stands in the middle.]
WINTER
[Calling softly]
Northwind! Northwind!
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