Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth
Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth Poems
|2.||Wise Sarah and the Elf||11/16/2015|
|3.||On a Night of Snow||11/16/2015|
|4.||Fly Low, Vermilion Dragon||8/3/2016|
|9.||Spring in China||9/7/2016|
|10.||Light of Love||9/7/2016|
|13.||Swift Things are Beautiful||9/7/2016|
|14.||The Bad Kittens||9/7/2016|
|15.||I Like to See a Thunderstorm||9/7/2016|
Wise Sarah and the Elf
"Is there anything,"
asked the goblin,
"you would like for yourself?
Should you like a little pony
or a gold ring?"
asked the elf.
"Should you like a jewelled bird
or a pair of magic shoes?
I like your looks extremely,
and you have only to choose."
But Sarah, very wisely,
kept walking down the path.
She fixed her eyes upon the ferns,
she would not look to see
where step by step beside her
walked the little gentleman
with a feathered cap upon his head
and buckles at his knee.
But still his voice
In the whole graveyard there is not a nymph
To rustle through the yellow fall of leaves,
Upon a tomb a pitying angel grieves,
And pigeons wrapped in Tyrian purple shawls
Forget the shrine of Cyprus in the sea
To sit upon the headstones gloomily.
Only the yellow trees are casual