Silver Magic

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SILVER MAGIC

On Christmas morn,
Children, first looking from the windows,
See how desolate and bleak the garden is.
Withered the flowers, butterflies flown,
Summer gone from the woods.
But hist!—magic!
Out there, the leaves that flutter down
Are elfin butterflies, pearled with frost-patterns.
Flowers and ferns of the garden
Have come in fairy lace on the window-panes.
And what is this,
Wound about with climbing vines of the garden all turned 
to silver,
Lighted with candles that make fireflies
In every shining ball and glazen pendant?
Summer has come into the cottage!
It is May in the hearts of the children:
And sweet as songs of the thrush at twilight
Are the Noels raised by their happy voices.
Fairies, oh! fairies,
Come dancing soft as shadows,
Set the wood a-whirl with snowy wings.
Weave your iridescent webs,
Wind them in beauty about the Tree:
Touch it with wands of frost
Until it is tipped and trimmed with icicles,
Sparkling—gleaming!

Barbara Newhall Follett — Christmas, 1924

One Reply to “Silver Magic”

  1. Thanks so much for posting this…takes me back to a Christmas 13 years before I was even born, but I feel as if I’m looking out the window at these children even as Barbara describes their antics. Beautiful imagery. And I love the retro Christmas card illustration and the font on it.

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