<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519171" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great and Little Weavers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great and the little weavers,<br> They neither rest nor sleep.<br> They work in the height and the glory,<br> They toil in the dark and the deep.<br> The rainbow melts with the shower,<br> The white-thorn falls in the gust,<br> The cloud-rose dies into shadow,<br> The earth-rose dies into dust.<br> But they have not faded forever,<br> They have not flowered in vain,<br> For the great and the little weavers<br> Are weaving under the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Recede the drums of the thunder<br> When the Titan chorus tires,<br> And the bird-song piercing the sunset<br> Faints with the sunset fires,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But the trump of the storm shall fail not,<br> Nor the flute-cry fail of the thrush,<br> For the great and the little weavers<br> Are weaving under the hush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The comet flares into darkness,<br> The flame dissolves into death,<br> The power of the star and the dew<br> They glow and are gone like a breath,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But ere the old wonder is done<br> Is the new-old wonder begun,<br> For the great and the little weavers<br> Are weaving under the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The domes of an empire crumble,<br> A child's hope dies in tears;<br> Time rolls them away forgotten<br> In the silt of the flooding years;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The creed for which men died smiling<br> Decays to a beldame's curse;<br> The love that made lips immortal<br> Drags by in a tattered hearse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But not till the search of the moon<br> Sees the last white face uplift,<br> And over the bones of the kindreds<br> The bare sands dredge and drift,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Shall Love forget to return<br> And lift the unused latch,<br> (In his eyes the look of the traveller,<br> On his lips the foreign catch),</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor the mad song leave men cold,<br> Nor the high dream summon in vain, --<br> For the great and the little weavers<br> Are weaving in heart and brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Charles+George+Douglas+Roberts">Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519171" data-title="The Great and Little Weavers de Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts" data-description="The great and the little weavers, They neither rest nor sleep. They work in the height and the glory, They toil in the dark and the deep. The rainbow melts with the shower, The white-thorn falls in the gust, The cloud-rose dies into shadow, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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