I broider the world upon a loom, <br />I broider with dreams my tapestry; <br />Here in a little lonely room <br />I am master of earth and sea, <br />And the planets come to me. <br /> <br />I broider my life into the frame, <br />I broider my love, thread upon thread; <br />The world goes by with its glory and shame, <br />Crowns are bartered and blood is shed; <br />I sit and broider my dreams instead. <br /> <br />And the only world is the world of my dreams, <br />And my weaving the only happiness; <br />For what is the world but what it seems? <br />And who knows but that God, beyond our guess, <br />Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loom-of-dreams/
