Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,
And every bloom becomes a bud again,
Shut and sealed up against the golden showers
Of bees that hover in the velvet hours....
Now a strain
Wild and mournful blown from shadow towers,
Echoed from shadow ships upon the foam,
Proclaims the Queen of Night.
From their bowers
The dark Princess fluttering, wing their flight
To their old Mother, in her huge old home.
Fairy Tale (2)
Katherine Mansfield
(1)
Poem topics: dark, home, mother, night, perfect, tree, wing, wild, flight, velvet, huge, queen, golden, Valentine's Day, bloom, shadow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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