Shingled in light and tipped with fire, The white church lifts a crystal spire; The street is arched by crystal trees Crusted with gleaming marquetries; The elders droop with crystal seeds, The elms tell shining buds like beads. Down through the sunshine drops a breeze: A thousand, whimsy melodies, Small, vagrant, tinkling, silky patters, Wake chittering harmony that scatters Silence—and enchantment passes To shattered crystal on the grasses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GEORGE GRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |