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THE WEAVER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN

First Line: THE SHUTTLES OF THE SUN FLY FAST
Last Line: ARE SHUTTLES, WEAVING DREAMS.
Subject(s): WEAVING & WEAVERS;
The shuttles of the sun fly fast
Between a warp of boughs;
The master weaver's at his work,
Fulfilling all his vows.

In spring, his loom is full of bloom,
In summer full of green;
But when the crickets wake and sing,
His Tyrian wares are seen.

With royal purple, red and gold,
With brown, or silver gray,
He dowers each weed and bush and tree --
Then wanders far away.

He fares unto a realm of snow,
To test more subtle gleams;
On wintry nights, his Northern Lights
Are shuttles, weaving dreams.



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