THE three Fates sat in a house of birth,
Ah, well a day; ah, well a day;
Their eyes were bright, but not with mirth-
They have no love for the sons of earth-
And their lips were parched and gray.
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Their gray locks hung from brow to chin,
Ah, well a day; ah, well a day;
One held the distaff, and one did spin,
And one held shears in her fingers thin;
Three silent hags were they.
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We saw not the thread which the sisters spun,
Ah, well a day; ah, well a day;
Nor whether in white or in black begun,
But on her with the shears, that elder one,
Our eyes were fixed alway.
15
A thread, I ween, of tangled years,
Ah, well a day; ah, well a day;
God stay her hand that holds the shears;
Our hopes are stronger than our fears
For the bud upon life's spray.
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A Birthday
Frederick George Scott
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Poem topics: birth, god, house, life, spin, earth, white, stay, bright, silent, black, love, I love you, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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