In an ivory castled tower Marguerite Runs up and down her stairs On tiny feet. They shine like glittering stars On the milky way, And clink like far-away bells On a midsummer day. Marguerite sighs as she turns Up the winding stair; Her rustling, white-satin skirt Stirs in the air. She looks out on the white, drifting clouds As they hasten by, And her breath on the pane paints a scene Of the frosty sky. The hosts of twinkling stars Are at her command; The fragile curve of the moon She could crush in her hand. But in her gleaming white tower Marguerite Fingers a daisy whose petals Fall at her feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |