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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - A Year`s Spinning
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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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