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 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
I
CLOTHO
How long, O sister, how long
Ere the weary task is done?
How long, O sister, how long
Shall the fragile thread be spun?
Ere the weary task is done?
How long, O sister, how long
Shall the fragile thread be spun?
LACHESIS
'T is mercy that stays her hand,
Else she had cut the thread;
She is a woman too,
Like her who kneels by his bed!
Else she had cut the thread;
She is a woman too,
Like her who kneels by his bed!
ATROPOS
Patience! the end is come;
He shall no more endure:
See! with a single touch!—
My hand is swift and sure!
He shall no more endure:
See! with a single touch!—
My hand is swift and sure!
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |