Don’t put up my Thread and Needle

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—