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Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))


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 William Symons's other poems:
  1. Satiety
  2. Before Meeting
  3. The Last Memory
  4. Laus Mortis
  5. Toys


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