Isabella Valancy Crawford (25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)
I SAW a fairy twine,
Of star-white jessamine,
A dainty seat, shaped like an airy swing,
With two round yellow stars
Against the misty bars
Of night; she nailed it high
In the pansy-purple sky,
With four taps of her little rainbow wing.
To and fro
That swing I'll blow.
The baby moon in the amethyst sky
Will laugh at us as we float and fly,
And stretch her silver arms and try
To catch the earth-babe swinging by
Isabella Valancy Crawford's Other Poems
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- A Hungry Day
- A Perfect Strain
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- Bite Deep And Wide, O Axe, The Tree!
- Caesar's Wife
- Canada To England
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