WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.
Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
Why do you weave a garment so bright? .
Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.
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