Love
Cold Sunbeams
From The Golden Whales of California (1920)
Love
The Question:
"Tell me, where do fairy queens
Find their bridal veils?"
The Answer:
"If you were now a fairy queen
Then I, your faithless page and bold
Would win the realm by winning you.
Your veil would be transparent gold
White magic spiders wove for you
At cold grey dawn, from sunbeams cold
While robins sang amid the dew."
Cite this poem
MLA
Lindsay, Vachel. “Cold Sunbeams.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lindsay/196/.
Chicago
Lindsay, Vachel. “Cold Sunbeams.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lindsay/196/.
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