The Song of the Pixies

The Song of the Pixies is poem written by the 18th century British poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I really enjoyed reading this poem. The poem is about this place near the poet's home called The Pixies parlor. The roots of old trees form the roof of this place. How wonderful it would be to look up and see the gnarled roots of trees. There are lots of very beautiful lines in this poem. I am just going to write down a few lines that I thought were so wonderfully descriptive of this place. "Here the wren of softest note builds its nest and warbles well." This line conjured up to me the image of a meek bird singing softly and plaintively its own song. "When fades the moon to shadowy pale." This is something I have seen but did not know how to articulate the sight of a feeling of the fading moon. "Here the morn all gem bedight, Has streaked the east with rosy light." This line reminds me of the early morning time when the sky is painted with a rose color. It is such a pretty sight and this description is so beautiful. "We sip the furze flowers of fragrant dews. Clad in robes of rainbow hues." To think of a flower wearing an outfit which has the colors of the rainbow is so enchanting and to think that we can sip the dew of this flower immediately transports us to the pixie parlor. "Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view As snow drops wet with dew." Here the poet describes the cheeks of someone, maybe a pixie and although tears have rolled down those cheeks they are beautiful because the cheeks look like a snow-drop wet with dew. Such a wonderful description. Thank you very much for reading! Have a wonderful day!