I WONDER where it could of went to; I know I seen it just as plain: A beautiful, big fairy city Shinin' through the rain. Rain it was, not snow -- in winter! Special-order April weather Ticklin' at our two faces Pressed up close together. Not a single soul was near us Standin' out there on the bow; When we passed another ferry He says, sudden, "Now!" Then I looked where he was pointin'. . . . I seen a magic city rise. . . . Gleamin' windows, like when fields is Full of fire-flies. Towers an' palaces in the clouds, like, Real as real, but nice and blurred. "Oh!" I starts in -- but he wispers "Hush! Don't say a word! "Don't look long, and don't ast questions, Elset you make the fairies sore. They won't let you even see it Never any more. "Don't you try to ever go there -- It's to dream of, not to find. Lovely things like that is always Mostly in your mind." Somethin' made me say, "It's Jersey!" . . . Somethin' mean . . . He hollers, "Hell! Now you done it, sure as shootin', Now you bust the spell!" Sure enough, the towers and castles Went like lightnin' out of sight. . . . Nothin' there but filthy Jersey On a drizzly night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SOLOMON TO SHEBA by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS APPARENT FAILURE by ROBERT BROWNING |