On trees of fairyland
Grow peacock feathers of daylight colors
Like an Austrian fan.
But there is a strange thing!
I have heard that night gathers these feathers
For her cloak;
I have heard that the stars, the moon,
Are the eyes of peacock feathers
From fairy trees.
It is a thing that may be,
But I should not be sure of it, my dear,
If I were you!
Peacock Feathers
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: fairy, moon, night, dear, strange, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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