Poems (Radford)/Hope
For works with similar titles, see Hope.
Hope
As still as a shadow falling, As swift as a straying leaf,And sweet as a windless morning At dawn when the days are brief,Is a snare shall be set to enfold me,Is a net shall be cast and shall hold me, Shall gather my soul from grief.
And spun very fine the thread is, As gossamer webs that sealThe dews in the folded blossom, And trembling and faint I kneel,—For my joy in the delicate weavingThat is made for my spirit's receiving With threads that are strong as steel.