O Darkly in the Summer's Eye

O DAKKLY in the summer’s eye
The reapers and the virgins move
In the figure of a dance
Round the green, deep-shadowed grove
And, circling, bear the ripened sheaves
Bent and golden in rich air
For gifting of an antique god
And sweetening the hidden ear
Hushed to listen in the wood.
Blossoms of the white moonflower
Are bound by moonlight: the great oak
Sacred to the heart of dark
Trails the garlands of its power
To bind those innocents
Who, moving frenzied, in a round
Under green, or stranger bough,
Tread a blood-dark dancing ground
Where the white-face ox and ewe
Bait the sacrificial bow.