Shadow-Nets

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Title:     Shadow-Nets
Author: Olive Custance [More Titles by Custance]

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!

[The end]
Olive Custance's poem: Shadow-Nets

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