Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PUCK, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: O it was puck! I saw him yesternight
Last Line: Of starshine sharpened on his batwing shoe.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Fairies; Fantasy; Night; Elves; Bedtime
O IT was Puck! I saw him yesternight
Swung up betwixt a phlox-top and the rim
Of a low crescent moon that cradled him,
Whirring his rakish wings with all his might,
And pursing his wee mouth, that dimpled white
And red, as though some dagger keen and slim
Had stung him there, while ever faint and dim
His eery warblings piped his high delight:
Till I, grown jubilant, shrill answer made,
At which all suddenly he dropped from view;
And peering after, 'neath the everglade,
What was it, do you think, I saw him do?
I saw him peeling dewdrops with a blade
Of starshine sharpened on his batwing shoe.
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