Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BOBBIN-WINDER, by JOSEPHINE ELIZABETH ARCHER


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THE BOBBIN-WINDER, by                    
First Line: I saw time sitting on a stool
Last Line: And a thing of beauty wrought.
Subject(s): Farm Life; South Dakota; Agriculture; Farmers


I saw Time sitting on a stool,
Winding-winding
Steadily my life-threads from the spool,
I not minding;
Dull monotony to me,
For the end I could not see.

I saw Time sitting on a stool,
My stern master;
Never deviating from the given rule,
Though urged faster.
Heard a whisper then, "For you
Time, the winder's nearly through."

I saw Time raise a warning hand,
Still not slowing,
Pointing to the end so I'd understand
Its swift going.
Then my conscience pled, "Make haste,
For your threads are going to waste."

I saw Time hold the tangled mass,
Once untreasured,
Snarled and useless to me now—alas,
Never measured;
But its later strands I caught,
And a thing of beauty wrought.





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