In the night she told a story
In the night and all night through
While the moon was in her glory
And the branches dropped with dew
Twas my life she told, and round it
Rose the years as from a deep
In the world's great heart she found it
Cradled like a child asleep
In the night I saw her weaving
By the misty moonbeam cold
All the weft her shuttle cleaving
With a sacred thread of gold
Ah, she wept me tears of sorrow
Lulling tears so mystic sweet
Then she wove my last to-morrow
And ger web lay at my feet
Of my life she mad the story
I must weep
So soon twas told
But your name did lend it glory
And your love its thread of gold