This doll upon the topmost bough, <br />This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, <br />Was taken down and brought to me <br />One sleety night most comfortless. <br /> <br />Her hair was gold, her dolly-sash <br />Was gray brocade, most good to see. <br />The dear toy laughed, and I forgot <br />The ill the new year promised me.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-doll-upon-the-topmost-bough/
