They were the lantern-bearers, whose lights, scattered among the crowd, Wove a pattern, dissolving, joining, meeting again in combination.
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
More and more the very heart of their home life seemed to locate itself in this room, and so every day additional memories and associations Wove themselves about the objects it contained.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
Then they Wove them into pretty cloth.
"Dutch Fairy Tales for Young Folks"
William Elliot Griffis