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...THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN PROEM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AGNOSTIC TO MYSTIC by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: 4. TO THE RIVER WENBECK by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |