All day she sits and works before her loom; The warp and woof of purest wool she weaves Means nothing more than pain that comes and leaves Her eyes more dim. The aching years of gloom Arise and stretch ahead like some great light Whose presence heals and soothes the soul, then flees -- She sees white moonlight streaming through dark trees And feels the silence strong and swift of night; But never will she run along the shore, Her arms outflung in joy to catch the mist That falls in pale but crystal amethyst, It is this thought that grieves and asks for more; She sighs, her life with light and laughter done, And slowly pulls the threads back, one by one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) THE GILLYFLOWER OF GOLD by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |