549. Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel

Walter Savage Landor (1775—1864)

  MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel;

  My fingers ache, my lips are dry:

  Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!

  But oh, 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.