I fancy the good fairies dressed in white, Glancing like moon-beams through the shadows black; Without much work to do for king or hack. Training perhaps some twisted branch aright; Or sweeping faded Autumn leaves from sight To foster embryo life; or binding back Stray tendrils; or in ample bean-pod sack Bringing wild honey from the rocky height; Or fishing for a fly lest it should drown; Or teaching water-lily heads to swim, Fearful that sudden rain might make them sink; Or dyeing the pale rose a warmer pink; Or wrapping lilies in their leafy gown, Yet letting the white peep beyond the rim. -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |