THE WEAVER'S DYE
Reading edition
There's many a hue an' some I knew in the skeins
of a weaver old—
Ah, there is the white o' the lily hand an' the glow
o' the silky gold!
An' the crimson missed in the lips we kissed an'
the blue o' the maiden's eye;
O, look at the wonderful web of life, an' look at
the weaver's dye!