DID you, O Daphne, long ago, Stray with your nibbling sheep On those far hills I seem to know, Looming in dreams of sleep? Did you a little spindle whirl From morning until night, Making a thread from fleecy curl Of their shorn raiment white? Sometimes, I think me you, Greek girl, Drawing an endless thread! A little spindle I, too, whirl -- But it spins song instead! You wandered, and fine wool you spun, Happily till the night. My spinning, too, will not be done Till fails the lyric light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO LIBERTY by OSCAR WILDE BUCK O' KINGWATTER by ROBERT ANDERSON OF CARLISLE THE SPIDER AND THE BEE (A TALE FOR THE TIMES) by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LATE STAND-TO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE DEATH OF REV. LEVI PARSONS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |