The Soul's Quest and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

A BIRTHDAY


 

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.
5

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.
10

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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April 7, 1888.