I do not know what gossamer Love's darting fancies spun To weave the raveled edges Of our spirits into one. Nor did I hear the shuttle That made the fabrics meet; I only know that somehow Life's pattern is complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND |