The Inn of Dreams/Shadow-Nets
Shadow-Nets
When I was wandering on the Downs to-day I saw the pine-woods sleeping in the sun . . . For they were tired of weaving shadow-nets—Weaving all day in vain . . . in vain . . . in vain . . .Pale phantom nets to snare the golden sun! And then I thought of how the poets weave With shadowy words their cunning nets of song, Hoping to catch, at last, a shining dream!