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Don't put up my Thread and Needle
I'll begin to Sew
When the Birds begin to whistle
Better Stitches — so

These were bent — my sight got crooked
When my mind — is plain
I'll do seams — a Queen's endeavor
Would not blush to own

Hems — too fine for Lady's tracing
To the sightless Knot
Tucks — of dainty interspersion
Like a dotted Dot

Leave my Needle in the furrow
Where I put it down
I can make the zigzag stitches
Straight — when I am strong

Till then — dreaming I am sewing
Fetch the seam I missed
Closer — so I — at my sleeping
Still surmise I stitch