Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PUSSY WILLOWS, by ELIZABETH BRADY


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PUSSY WILLOWS, by                    
First Line: Perhaps they are pearls from the robe of / the night
Last Line: Have I solved your sweet secret at last?
Subject(s): Spring; Willow Trees


PERHAPS they are pearls from the robe of the Night,
With their lustre all dimmed by the day;
Perhaps they are pillows where shining heads rest
When the fairies are weary of play.

Perhaps they are sea-spray the Spring Wind has flung,
With a laugh, to the green goddess, June;
Perhaps they're the ghosts of the soft silver light
That has strayed from the land of the Moon.

Or, perhaps, after all, they are just bits of down,
From the wings of an angel who passed—
Soft grey Pussy-willows that come in the Spring,
Have I solved your sweet secret at last?





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