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Robert Graves - The Patchwork Bonnet
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    Across the room my silent love I throw,
    Where you sit sewing in bed by candlelight,
    Your young stern profile and industrious fingers
    Displayed against the blind in a shadow-show,
    To Dinda`s grave delight.

    The needle dips and pokes, the cheerful thread
    Runs after, follow-my-leader down the seam:
    The patchwork pieces cry for joy together,
    O soon to sit as a crown on Dinda`s head,
    Fulfilment of their dream.

    Snippets and odd ends folded by, forgotten,
    With camphor on a top shelf, hard to find,
    Now wake to this most happy resurrection,
    To Dinda playing toss with a reel of cotton
    And staring at the blind.

    Dinda in sing-song stretching out one hand
    Calls for the playthings; mother does not hear:
    Her mind sails far away on a patchwork Ocean,
    And all the world must wait till she touches land;
    So Dinda cries in fear,

    Then Mother turns, laughing like a young fairy,
    And Dinda smiles to see her look so kind,
    Calls out again for playthings, playthings, playthings;
    And now the shadows make an Umbrian Mary
    Adoring, on the blind.
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