Friendship Poems

Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel

By Walter Savage Landor

MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
O, if you felt the pain I feel!
But O, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true–
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.

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