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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SILVER FILIGREE, by ELINOR WYLIE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The icicles wreathing
Last Line: In the blue cave of night.
Alternate Author Name(s): Benet, William Rose, Mrs.
Subject(s): Ice; Winter
First Line: The icicles wreathing
Last Line: In the blue cave of night.
Alternate Author Name(s): Benet, William Rose, Mrs.
Subject(s): Ice; Winter
THE icicles wreathing
On trees in festoon
Swing, swayed to our breathing:
They're made of the moon.
She's a pale, waxen taper;
And these seem to drip
Transparent as paper
From the flame of her tip.
Molten, smoking a little,
Into crystal they pass;
Falling, freezing, to brittle
And delicate glass.
Each a sharp-pointed flower,
Each a brief stalactite
Which hangs for an hour
In the blue cave of night.
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