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THE WEAVER'S LAMENT

Time, it is a tapestry

Threads that weave it number three

These be known, from first to last,

Future, Present, and the Past

Present, Future, weft-thread be

Fleeting in inconstancy

Yet the colors they do add

Serve to make the heart be glad

Past, the warp-thread that it be

Sets the path of history

Every moment 'neath the sun

Every battle, lost or won

Finds its place within the lee

Of Time's enduring memory

Fate, the weaver of the bands

Hold these threads within Her hands

Plaits a rope that in its use

Can be a lifeline, net â or noose.

SONG
OF THE
SKY LOOM

Oh, our Mother the Earth;

Oh, our Father the Sky,

Your children are we,

With tired backs.

We bring you the gifts you love.

Then weave for us a garment of brightness â¦ .

May the warp be the white light of morning,

May the weft be the red light of evening,

May the fringes be the fallen rain,

May the border be the standing rainbow.

Thus weave for us a garment of brightness

That we may walk fittingly where birds sing;

That we may walk fittingly where the grass is green.

Oh, Our Mother Earth;

Oh, Our Father Sky.

â
Traditional, Tewa

Ode

WE are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams;

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties

We build up the world's great cities,

And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire's glory:

One man with a dream, at pleasure,

Shall go forth and conquer a crown;

And three with a new song's measure

Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying

In the buried past of the earth,

Built Nineveh with our sighing,

And Babel itself with our mirth;

And o'erthrew them with prophesying

To the old of the new world's worth;

For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth.

â Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Seven Gifts of the Creator,

Seven colors of light

Seven seas in the wide world,

Seven days in a sennight,

Seven months of fallow

Seven continents trod, weave

Seven ages of history

In the eye of God.

Because he saw
Rhapsody
in curlers and a mudpack
and didn't slam the manuscript shut
Because he is willing to take risks
that others would not
Because he refuses to accept less than my best
Because it matters as much to him as it does to me
this book is dedicated
with gratitude and affection
to
James Minz
Visionary
Editor
Friend

Tor Books by Elizabeth Haydon

Rhapsody: Child of Blood
Prophecy: Child of Earth
Destiny: Child of the Sky
Requiem for the Sun

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously.

REQUIEM FOR THE SUN

Edited by James Minz

A Tor Book
Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC
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New York, NY 10010

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eISBN 9781429912495

First eBook Edition : March 2011

BOOK: Requiem for the Sun

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