CobwebsAuthor(s): Oscar WilliamsSource: Poetry, Vol. 18, No. 4 (Jul., 1921), p. 203Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20573161 .

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Osccar Williams

COBWEBS

Rise in the cool dim dawn When a mist is hung on the pane

The loose gray cobweb of the fog Spun by the rain.

When the sun's long golden fingers Have brushed it away-then go

And watch the sky through the tree-tops Fall like snow.

And after, when you are tired And twilight hangs on the leaves,

Listen-and the silence will tell you Why it grieves.

For the fog, the sky and the twilight Are the cobwebs that brush the eyes

When a man would enter the dusty door Of paradise.

GREY

A bleak wind rides on the waves, And the shadowy foam is hurled.

Grey rains are on the hills, And a grey dusk is over the world.

Bleak moods and shadowy moods Move like the moods of the sea;

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