Oh lace-maker, what joys, what fears Do you weave into your thread? What sorcery from the far-off years Hovers above your head? Your flickering fingers are dipped deep In the magic-flowing stream. Is there a sleep beneath this sleep And a dream beyond this dream? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |