Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

A Birthday



The three Fates sat in a house of birth,
    Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
Their eyes were bright, but not with mirth—
They have no love for the sons of earth—
    And their lips were parched and grey.
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Their grey locks hung from brow to chin,
    Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
One held the distaff, and one did spin,
And one held shears in her fingers thin;
    Three silent hags were they. [Page 136]
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We saw not the thread which the sisters spun,
    Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
Nor whether in white or in black begun,
But on her with the shears, that elder one,
    Our eyes were fixed alway.
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A thread, I ween, of tangled years,
    Ah, welladay; ah, welladay;
God stay her hand that holds the shears;
Our hopes are stronger than our fears,—
    God spare him, come what may.
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April 7, 1888. [Page 137]