Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 3:33 pm
The following poem was written by Fiona Macleod, a.k.a. William Sharp, and can be found within the text, The Silence of Amor. Though its imagery reflects tenets of the faerie tradition, I cannot help be sense the connection between its themes and those associated with Vaire the Weaver.
I dreamed of Orchil, the dim goddess who
is under the brown earth, in a vast cavern,
where she weaves at two looms. With one
hand she weaves life upward through the
grass; with the other she weaves death down-
ward through the mould; and the sound of
the weaving is Eternity, and the name of it in
the green world is Time. And, through all, Orchil
weaves the weft of Eternal Beauty, that passeth
not, though her soul is Change.
This is my comfort, O Beauty that art of
Time, who am faint and hopeless in the strong
sound of that other Weaving, where Orchil, the
dim goddess, sits dreaming at her loom under
the brown earth.