Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE POEM-TREE, by ETHEL M. FEUERLICHT


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THE POEM-TREE, by                    
First Line: Outside my latticed door it stands
Last Line: Are gifts of mist and silver sheen.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


OUTSIDE my latticed door it stands,
A little tree, all softly green,
And in its slender leafy hands
Are gifts of mist and silver sheen.

Beside the hearth the children play
At Prince and Pirate, Sioux and Tar,
And Baby goes to Mandalay
Upon the fender choo-choo car.

But they return, my pirates bold,
At twilight, to the cottage door,
Taking me captive, not for gold,—
"A story!" Mate and Captain roar.

A princely ransom they demand,
Before their chief will set me free;
I heap before the greedy band
The treasure from my Poem-Tree.

In colors gay the tales are spun,
Of gossamer, and fairy lace,
Blown from the green tree in the sun,
That sheds its gifts with so much grace.

At last from out the shadows gray,
The Sandman creeps, my one ally,
And then I give, at close of day,
The tree's best gift, a lullaby.

Outside my latticed door it stands,
A little tree, all softly green,
And in its slender leafy hands
Are gifts of mist and silver sheen.





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