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August 24, 2008

The Loom of Dreams

    I BROIDER the world upon a loom,
    I broider with dreams my tapestry;
    Here in a little lonely room
    I am master of earth and sea,
    And the planets come to me.

    I broider my life into the frame,
    I broider my love, thread upon thread;
    The world goes by with its glory and shame,
    Crowns are bartered and blood is shed;
    I sit and broider my dreams instead.

    And the only world is the world of my dreams,
    And my weaving the only happiness;
    For what is the world but what it seems?
    And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
    Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

    Arthur Symons

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