Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

The Doll Upon The Topmost Bough - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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