Love's Thread Of Gold.
In the night she told a story, In the night and all night through, While the moon was in her glory, And the branches dropped with dew. 'Twas my life she told, and round it Rose the years as from a deep; In the world's great heart she found it, Cradled like a child asleep. In the night I saw her weaving By the misty moonbeam cold, All the weft her shuttle cleaving With a sacred thread of gold. Ah! she wept me tears of sorrow, Lulling tears so mystic sweet; Then she wove my last to-morrow, And her web lay at my feet. Of my life she made the story: I must weep - so soon 'twas told! But your name did lend it glory, And your love its thread of gold!
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