PENDENT from my chandelier, 'Neath the gaslight's blaze, Hang a host of relics queer, Born of other days. Odd conceits and trifles fair, Marvels made of naught, Gimcracks fashioned out of air, Fairy fingers wrought. As I look with half-closed eyes Through the smoke-dimmed air, Round them dreamy memories Swarm and cluster there. Sweet familiar faces rise, Figures come and go; Winning lips and laughing eyes, Voices soft and low. Half-forgotten words once more, Like a distant strain, Vaguely on my spirit pour Sweetness tinged with pain. Joys may turn to smoke, and life Waste to ashes gray, -- These dear forms I know its strife Will not filch away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL PLANKED WHITEFISH by CARL SANDBURG LOVERS' INFINITENESS by JOHN DONNE IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING, NONCHALANCE IS GOOD AND by MARIANNE MOORE CRADLE SONG OF A SOLDIER'S WIFE by T. T. BARKER LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |