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(1866-1918 / Ireland)

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A Fantasy

I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree,
She plucked berries bright to crown her head.
She was singing little robin's song
While wild beech-leaves round and round her spread.
I ran home into my little house,
Pulled to the shutters, barred up the door;
I knelt down to blow the fire to flame,
Great dark shadows danced upon the floor.
Long-legged shadows came from corners drear,
Leaped up white walls, fell, and climbed again.
I hear North Wind pushing at the gate,
I won't open, not for wind or rain.
Oh, run home, wee ones, lest the whirling leaves
Take ye far away, fairy folk to see.
Crowning her dark hair with berries red
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 29, 2010


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  • Mark Sauer (4/23/2012 5:33:00 PM)

    I liked it. Good structure and rhyme.

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  • Besa Dede (4/22/2012 1:18:00 AM)

    Wow, the imagination that this poem creates! Such beautiful verses.
    ~Besa

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