'As dancers in a spell'

“I’ve known the wind by water banks to shake

The late leaves down, which frozen where they fell

And held in ice as dancers in a spell

Fluttered all winter long into a lake;

Graved on the dark in gestures of descent,

They seemed their own most perfect monument.’’

From “Year’s End,’’ by Richard Wilbur (1921-2017), a New England-based poet.