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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-