The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough

Rating: 2.8


This doll upon the topmost bough,
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.

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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay

Springfield, Illinois
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