The dancers wreathed and grouped in moving patterns, The violins were weaving a weft of silver,
The horns were weaving a lustrous brede of gold,
And time was caught in a glistening pattern, Time, too elusive to hold ..
Could anybody explain to me these lines? Please, thank you
What a sad poem this is!
Weft - the threads which are used to create a pattern in weaving.
Brede - archaic form of the word "braid"
Time has been trapped in a glistening gold and silver tapestry created by the violins and horns, the pattern mimicked by the movements of the dancers, but time is elusive and cannot be held captive.