At life's loom we work -- Weavers all. Whether we will or no The shuttle moves And the threads we throw To and fro. At life's loom we work Weavers all. The hours glide fast or slow, The thread is grey or golden glow; But the shuttle flies To and fro. At life's loom we work Weavers all. The shuttle stops; our work is done, The broken threads drop one by one: They fold our hands; We'd scarce begun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE VENICE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH |