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    A Fairy Tale by Amy Lowell
    On winter nights beside the nursery fire
    We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals
    Builded its pictures. There before our eyes
    We saw the vaulted hall of traceried stone
    Uprear itself, the distant ceiling hung
    With pendent stalactites like frozen vines;
    And all along the walls at intervals,
    Curled upwards into pillars, roses climbed,
    And ramped and were confined, and clustered leaves
    Divided where there peered a laughing face.
    The foliage seemed to rustle in the wind,
    A silent murmur, carved in still, gray stone.
    High pointed windows pierced the southern wall
    Whence proud escutcheons flung prismatic fires
    To stain the tessellated marble floor
    With pools of red, and quivering green, and blue;
    And in the shade beyond the further door,
    Its sober squares of black and white were hid
    Beneath a restless, shuffling, wide-eyed mob
    Of lackeys and retainers come to view
    The Christening.
    A sudden blare of trumpets, and the throng
    About the entrance parted as the guests
    Filed singly in with rare and precious gifts.
    Our eager fancies noted all they brought,
    The glorious, unattainable delights!
    But always there was one unbidden guest
    Who cursed the child and left it bitterness.
    The fire falls asunder, all is changed,
    I am no more a child, and what I see
    Is not a fairy tale, but life, my life.
    The gifts are there, the many pleasant things:
    Health, wealth, long-settled friendships, with a name
    Which honors all who bear it, and the power
    Of making words obedient. This is much;
    But overshadowing all is still the curse,
    That never shall I be fulfilled by love!
    Along the parching highroad of the world
    No other soul shall bear mine company.
    Always shall I be teased with semblances,
    With cruel impostures, which I trust awhile
    Then dash to pieces, as a careless boy
    Flings a kaleidoscope, which shattering
    Strews all the ground about with coloured sherds.
    So I behold my visions on the ground
    No longer radiant, an ignoble heap
    Of broken, dusty glass. And so, unlit,
    Even by hope or faith, my dragging steps
    Force me forever through the passing days.

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