There's an alabaster palace Where a tiny fairy dwells, In a golden, scented throne room, All hung with silver bells Of dew, that tinkle softly As vespers, in the dells. The brilliant, golden sunshine, Smiles on this tiny fay, The dragonflies caress her, Then swiftly flit away; And silken mists enfold her, At the closing of the day. The moon beams on her palace And with its magic light, Silvers all its perfumed walls And gently, through the night, Sends her dreams of elves and fays And blossoms of delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE THE WIFE A-LOST by WILLIAM BARNES A DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |