564. Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel

Walter Savage Landor. 1775-1864

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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