Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHIMSY GIFTS, by ALICE HARLOW STETSON


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WHIMSY GIFTS, by                    
First Line: It was just a whimsy
Last Line: In a row.
Subject(s): Nature; Poplar Trees


It was just a whimsy,
A little, vagrant whimsy,
That fluttered chance-wise through my mind,
So many years ago;
And just because it had its way,
Three tall poplars stand today,
Outside my chamber window
In a row.

Down from the far Sierra,
Wind-blown among the snowflakes,
Gay troops of singing robins come,
To fold their wings and rest
Among these trees I dreamed about,
Through whose bare branches I book out,
As through a fairy lattice
To the west.

And at the peak of summer,
Sometimes on magic mornings,
A rumor stills the rustling leaves,
And in the sudden hush,
A rhapsody of clear delight
Comes rippling from some secret height --
The falling-water music
Of a thrush.

The golden veil of autumn
Is tangled in their branches;
The essence of each season now,
Is mine; for, long ago,
I yielded to the merest whim,
And set three poplars straight and slim,
Within my tiny garden
In a row.





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