A Year's Spinning
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ran back away, While through the door he brought the sun: But now my spinning is all done. 2 He sat beside me, with an oath That love ne'er ended, once begun; I smiled—believing for us both, What was the truth for only one: And now my spinning is all done. 3 My mother cursed me that I heard A young man's wooing as I spun: Thanks, cruel mother, for that word— For I have, since, a harder known! And now my spinning is all done. 4 I thought—O God!—my first-born's cry Both voices to mine ear would drown: I listened in mine agony— It was the silence made me groan! And now my spinning is all done. 5 Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave, (Who cursed me on her death-bed lone) And my dead baby's (God it save!) Who, not to bless me, would not moan. And now my spinning is all done. 6 A stone upon my heart and head, But no name written on the stone! Sweet neighbours, whisper low instead, "This sinner was a loving one— And now her spinning is all done." 7 And let the door ajar remain, In case he should pass by anon; And leave the wheel out very plain,— That HE, when passing in the sun, May see the spinning is all done.
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