| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Silver Filagree | | By Elinor Wylie |
| | From “Still Colors”
THE ICICLES wreathing | |
| On trees in festoon | |
| Swing, swayed to our breathing: | |
| They’re made of the moon. | |
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| She’s a pale, waxen taper; | 5 |
| And these seem to drip | |
| Transparent as paper | |
| From the flame of her tip. | |
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| Molten, smoking a little, | |
| Into crystal they pass; | 10 |
| Falling, freezing, to brittle | |
| And delicate glass. | |
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| Each a sharp-pointed flower, | |
| Each a brief stalactite | |
| Which hangs for an hour | 15 |
| In the blue cave of night. | | | | |
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