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My life was woven long ago, / Or ever this our earth was fair, / With mingled threads of love and woe, / Hate, tears, and laughter, hope, despair.
Yea! it was made ere water was, / Ere snow fell, or the bright dew shone / Upon the tender blades of grass; / It sate and dreamed its life alone.
Ere golden stars swam through the blue / Of heaven, singing as they came, / God wrought into it every hue, / And gave it wings and feet of flame: / A little thing of His own breath, / A word that trembled into song, / To fall through mists of life and death, / A frail thing conquering the strong.
All things that in the heavens are, / The silver-horned sailing moon, / The golden fire of every star, / Through seas of time shall slip and swoon, / And be as if they had not been; / But through the darkness of the night, / Through silence of that peace serene, / Lo! I shall fashion mine own light,
Remembering earth's shining streams / And all the heavens' starry grace.
Yea, dreaming once again the dreams, / Which were the beauty of thy face.