There was a Fairy -- flake of winter -- Who, when the snow came, whispering, Silence, Sister crystal to crystal sighing, Making of meadow argent palace, Night a star-sown solitude, Cried 'neath her frozen eaves, 'I burn here!' Wings diaphanous, beating bee-like, Wand within fingers, locks enspangled, Icicle foot, lip sharp as scarlet, She lifted her eyes in her pitch-black hollow -- Green as stalks of weeds in water -- Breathed: stirred. Rilled from her heart the ichor, coursing, Flamed and awoke her slumbering magic. Softlier than moth's her pinions trembled; Out into blackness, light-like, she flittered, Leaving her hollow cold, forsaken. In air, o'er crystal, rang twangling night-wind. Bare, rimed pine-woods murmured lament. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION by WILLIAM BLAKE BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |