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Dont put down up my Thread & Needle –
I’ll begin to Sow
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
sowing
Fetch the seam I missed –
Closer – so I – at my + sleeping –

Still surmise I stitch –
+ deeming   + sighing –
So well that I can live
without –

I love thee – then How well

is that?

As well as Jesus?

Prove it me

That He – loved Men –

As I – love thee –