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Silver Filigree

The icicles wreathing
   On trees in festoon
Swing, swayed to our breathing:
   They’re made of the moon.

She’s a pale, waxen taper;
   And these seem to drip
Transparent as paper
   From the flame of her tip.

Molten, smoking a little,
   Into crystal they pass;
Falling, freezing, to brittle
   And delicate glass.

Each a sharp-pointed flower,
   Each a brief stalactite
Which hangs for an hour
   In the blue cave of night.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 8, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“Silver Filigree” was published in Nets to Catch the Wind (Harcourt, Brace, 1921).

Author


Elinor Wylie

Elinor Wylie was born in Somerville, New Jersey, on September 7, 1885. 

Date Published: 1921-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/silver-filigree