Webs

Oh, they spread out their silver webs Upon the moonlit grass, Their wee bright webs of faërie, To catch the Dreams that pass.

The wistful dream that stole from me And crept away to you, They tangled it in glistering knots Of witchery and dew.

And whisht! Your bashful little thought, So innocent and bright, Got trapped in that same silver web And kept with mine all night.

Then ah! Whatever shall we do Upon to-morrow day, Our dreams are snared together so And cannot slip away?