I WONDER where it could of went to; I know I seen it just as plain: A beautiful, big fairy city Shinin' through the rain. Rain it was, not snow -- in winter! Special-order April weather Ticklin' at our two faces Pressed up close together. Not a single soul was near us Standin' out there on the bow; When we passed another ferry He says, sudden, "Now!" Then I looked where he was pointin'. . . . I seen a magic city rise. . . . Gleamin' windows, like when fields is Full of fire-flies. Towers an' palaces in the clouds, like, Real as real, but nice and blurred. "Oh!" I starts in -- but he wispers "Hush! Don't say a word! "Don't look long, and don't ast questions, Elset you make the fairies sore. They won't let you even see it Never any more. "Don't you try to ever go there -- It's to dream of, not to find. Lovely things like that is always Mostly in your mind." Somethin' made me say, "It's Jersey!" . . . Somethin' mean . . . He hollers, "Hell! Now you done it, sure as shootin', Now you bust the spell!" Sure enough, the towers and castles Went like lightnin' out of sight. . . . Nothin' there but filthy Jersey On a drizzly night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |