DEEP in the wood's recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green, My lord and lady side by side. But who has hung from leaf to leaf, From flower to flower, a silken twine -- A cloud of grey that holds the dew In globes of clear enchanted wine? Or stretches far from branch to branch, From thorn to thorn, in diamond rain, Who caught the cup of crystal pure And hung so fair the shining chain? 'Tis death, the spider, in his net, Who lures the dancers as they glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green, My lord and lady side by side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL |