And sang them blithely, tho’ I knew
No whit thereof.
I was a weaver deaf and blind;
A miracle was wrought for me,
But I have lost my skill to weave
Since I can see.
For while I sang — ah swift and strange!
Love passed and touched me on the brow,
And I who made so many songs
Am silent now.
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