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to embroider.
Origin:
1400–50; late ME, var. of browder, ME broide ( n ), browde ( n ) (ptp.,
taken as inf. of braid 1 ) + -er6 The poet speaks of a border of time.
And in the glory of our meeting
Shall the power be reborn.
And together in the midst of this power
Must we, each outstriving each,
Cry eternally:
"I come, go thou yet further."
And again, "Follow,"
For we may not tarry. The poet speaks of equal love.
Sheryl Skoglund from United States