Deep in the wood's recesses cool <br />I see the fairy dancers glide, <br />In cloth of gold, in gown of green, <br />My lord and lady side by side. <br /> <br />But who has hung from leaf to leaf, <br />From flower to flower, a silken twine— <br />A cloud of grey that holds the dew <br />In globes of clear enchanted wine ? <br /> <br />Or stretches far from branch to branch, <br />From thorn to thorn, in diamond rain ? <br />Who caught the cup of crystal pure <br />And hung so fair the shining chain ? <br /> <br />'Tis death, the spider, in his net, <br />Who lures the dancers as they glide, <br />In cloth of gold, in gown of green, <br />My lord and lady side by side.<br /><br />Dora Sigerson Shorter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-watcher-in-the-wood/
