A Years 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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