MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel; 
   My fingers ache, my lips are dry: 
O, if you felt the pain I feel! 
   But O, 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. 

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Poet: Walter Savage Landor
Poem: Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel

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