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Show THE LOOM OF DREAMS H By Harry King Tootle. ) H What shall I weave upon my loom of dreams H To give my lady in a dainty rhyme? H Some sylvan memory of summer time, H Of silent woods and slow and sleepy streams? H Some fantasy of fairy-like design, H With opal warp and woof of amethyst, H Like little waves by melting moonbeams kissed H When it doth seem the stars forget to shine? H Or shall it be a song in martial strain, Or some quaint tune of the wild winter sea? H A dirge for autumn, a low threnody, H As if the wind did to the moon complain? H No, none of these: for her my dream-loom weaves Dream fancies of a land forever spring, H Where fountains 'neath the wooing willows sing H Of youth and love, echoed by rustling leaves. H Such was the scene those springs in Arcady H When still the gods inhabited tho vales, H And Pan went piping through tho grassy dales JH With dancing nymphs to keep him company. H Just such a fancy shall my dream-loom weave, H All built of airy nothings which are gone H On waking, like tho yellow stars at dawn; H And yet the mind some impress doth receive M Heart-haunting, faint, as of a long lost song H Heard once in childhood from a crooning nurse; H I'd charm my lady's ear with such a verse M As might be sung at eve by elfin throng. M 'Tis this my loom shall weave of idle air H To cast around her in a mystic spell; " M 0 may she swear she could not think to dwell M E'en in that dream of love were I not there. M Mirror. M |