The Loom
The shuttles of the spirit ply
Swiftly between us two
Among the shining filaments that tie
My heart to you.
Threading the crimson woof they race,
Defying mould and moth,
To weave a gift for our most holy place,—
Love's altar cloth.
Swiftly between us two
Among the shining filaments that tie
My heart to you.
Threading the crimson woof they race,
Defying mould and moth,
To weave a gift for our most holy place,—
Love's altar cloth.
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