OH, they spread out their silver webs Upon the moonlit grass, Their wee bright webs of faerie, To catch the Dreams that pass. The wistful dream that stole from me and crept away to you, They tangled it in glistering knots Of witchery and dew. And whisht! Your bashful little thought, So innocent and bright, Got trapped in that same silver web And kept with mine all night. Then ah! Whatever shall we do Upon to-morrow day, Our dreams are snared together so And cannot slip away? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE BURNHAM-BEECHES by HENRY LUTTRELL A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |