There's an alabaster palace Where a tiny fairy dwells, In a golden, scented throne room, All hung with silver bells Of dew, that tinkle softly As vespers, in the dells. The brilliant, golden sunshine, Smiles on this tiny fay, The dragonflies caress her, Then swiftly flit away; And silken mists enfold her, At the closing of the day. The moon beams on her palace And with its magic light, Silvers all its perfumed walls And gently, through the night, Sends her dreams of elves and fays And blossoms of delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD TO THYRZA (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |