AS still as a shadow falling, As swift as a straying leaf, And sweet as a windless morning, At dawn when the days are brief, Is a snare shall be set to enfold me, Is a net shall be cast and shall hold me, Shall gather my soul from grief. And spun very fine the thread is, As gossamer webs that seal The dews in the folded blossom, And trembling and faint I kneel, -- For my joy in the delicate weaving That is made for my spirit's receiving With threads that are strong as steel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EPIGAEA ASLEEP by WILLIAM WHITMAN BAILEY THE OMINOUS TIMES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CONQUERORS by CARL JOHN BOSTELMANN MELISSA by ROBERT LOUIS BURGESS |