Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; <br />My fingers ache, my lips are dry: <br />O, if you felt the pain I feel! <br />But O, who ever felt as I? <br /> <br />No longer could I doubt him true— <br />All other men may use deceit; <br />He always said my eyes were blue, <br />And often swore my lips were sweet.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-i-cannot-mind-my-wheel-3/
