 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
I. The Doll Upon the Topmost Bough
This doll upon the topmost bough,
This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress,
Was taken down and brought to me
One sleety night most comfortless.
This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress,
Was taken down and brought to me
One sleety night most comfortless.
Her hair was gold, her dolly-sash
Was gray brocade, most good to see.
The dear toy laughed, and I forgot
The ill the new year promised me.
Was gray brocade, most good to see.
The dear toy laughed, and I forgot
The ill the new year promised me.
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |