Elinor.

IN that shadow-land, where the Sisters three

Are weaving the web of destiny,

There floated once through the fateful gloom

A thread of sunshine, that gleamed upon

The thread of a life from the distaff drawn,

And mingling, they passed to the busy loom.

The wondering Parcea looked and smiled,

As the light grew into the soul of a child,

And in and out and through devious ways,

They wove it in with the woof of days.

But they said on earth ( who knew not the Fates )

“As the lily's chalice holds the dew,

So in her heart, at the morning's gates,

She caught the sunshine, when she came through.”