Warp and Woof and Tangle,–
_Weavers of Webs are we_.
Living and dying–and mightier dead,
For the shuttle, once sped, is sped–is sped;–
_Weavers of Webs are we_.
White, and Black, and Hodden-gray,–
_Weavers of Webs are we_.
To every weaver one golden strand
Is given in trust by the Master-Hand;–
_Weavers of Webs are we_.
And that we weave, we know not,–
_Weavers of Webs are we_.
The threads we see, but the pattern is known
To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;–
_Weavers of Webs are we_.
(John Oxenham)
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