This is a poetry of two people who could not marry due to certain circumstances, met each other when they were old. They did not speak, but they just gave one another a look, and I saw the love-light in their eyes. No more is remembered of these two, no being now living ever saw them, but the poetry that was in the soul of a battered weaver makes them human to us for ever.
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