The Poetry Corner

Weavers All

By William Arthur Dunkerley (John Oxenham)

Warp and Woof and Tangle,-- Weavers of Webs are we. Living and dying--and mightier dead, For the shuttle, once sped, is sped--is sped;-- Weavers of Webs are we. White, and Black, and Hodden-gray,-- Weavers of Webs are we. To every weaver one golden strand Is given in trust by the Master-Hand;-- Weavers of Webs are we. And that we weave, we know not,-- Weavers of Webs are we. The threads we see, but the pattern is known To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;-- Weavers of Webs are we.