SYLVIA is always gay. When she winged to earth one day, Through the wonders of the sky, She caught a star as she flew by, Green and gold and amethyst, In her tiny baby fist, And hid it in her little breast As a secret unconfessed. Like a jeweled lantern she Shines for all the world to see. In her eyes the sparkle beams, From her burnished hair it gleams; Radiant all she does and says, All her pretty, twinkling ways -- Just because she dared to leaven Lifetime with a bit of heaven. Sylvia! Without your spark, Oh, the journey would be dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN THE VALLEY OF THE ELWY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS OENONE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |