Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
by: 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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Years
Twenty Years Hence
Late Leaves
Autumn
Proud Word You Never Spoke
Rose Aylmer
Absence
Separation
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