FACTS IN VERSE.
Bring here thy loom; and lay the warp
All through of gold: with silken thread,
In violet, yellow, black and red,
As another, tones upon a harp,
Thou improvisest lovely shapes,
And reëmbodiest the dead.
All through of gold: with silken thread,
In violet, yellow, black and red,
As another, tones upon a harp,
Thou improvisest lovely shapes,
And reëmbodiest the dead.
My words I know no grace can vaunt:
But thou, within thy magic loom,
Wilt give them meaning, strength and bloom
And the tale I tell shall have no want,
Pictured in fadeless sun and gloom.
But thou, within thy magic loom,
Wilt give them meaning, strength and bloom
And the tale I tell shall have no want,
Pictured in fadeless sun and gloom.
