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All day the silver-headed craftsman bends / Over the broken chain, the gemless rings, / The voiceless clock, the fragile fan, and mends / With delicate fingers rare broken things. / I gaze on him, on gems and glimmering gold, / See light restoring touches, magic skill; / Till to my heart come strange imaginings / Of ruined lives I know, shattered and still. / O Craftsman! Here is mettle, dull and old; / Look on these broken lives. Can'st thou remold? / Can'st thou, with color, love designs refill -- / Bring beauty out of sorrow's patternings?