The spider's coil is limned with dew,
The bat falls blind against the gate;
And every shadowy wing that flew Mysterious and great
Folds with the dark, and goes to ground.
The frosty branch holds light entwined;
And now no snare, no quavering s [...]
HE starts, but dare not cry aloud,
Who sees the hawk beneath the cloud—
Who sees the thing he hates go by Slowly, within a measured sky,
Too arrogant to bend its flight Out of the circle of his sight.
This is his enemy, that still Should wheel beyo [...]
The heart consults no sun to find the season.
Though watery sunlight burning Through the lean, crumpled leaf reveals it a flowering thing,
This does not matter more than if there were frost
On earth, no lark returning: "It is spring," the h [...]