My Heart Upon A Loom My heart upon a loom, Each woven cord revealing An incidence of you; It's you who do the weaving. Though guarded I this heart 'Neath coolest countenance You took a gentler part Than I could guard against. My heart upon a loom Which many years lay barren And I seemed long unmoved; Thus, uncompleted therein. You took a crimson strand Against my warning eye. With patient, agile hand You wove away the lie. My heart upon a loom. Now row by row a passion By which I am consumed Within this frame is fashioned. A woolen cloak we weave To keep us from such cold As loneliness can breed When maids and men grow old.