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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SPINNER, by CLARA DOTY BATES First Line: Ah, I think I hear a sound Last Line: I did hear her spin and weave. Subject(s): Spinning | |||
AH, I think I hear a sound, Something humming round and round. Is it wings astir, a-flutter, Just outside my window shutter? Whir, whir, Soft as old gray pussy's purr. Maybe moth in foolish flight Lured here by my candle-light, Eager but to reach the burning Out of which is no returning. Soft of wing, Newly fledged and fluttering. White the moon shines through the pane; It is neither wind nor rain, But I'll see when morn uncloses Fair and pink my sweet-brier roses, What it is Makes such whirring sound as this. Out I look upon the dawn, Sound of spinning-wheel is gone. Half unfolded roses cluster, And a web of silken luster Hangs and sways In the early morning rays. Did the spider make the whir As she spun this gossamer? Patient, slow from the beginning, Real old-fashioned, great-wheel spinning, Thread by thread, Back and forth with busy tread. All I know is, something kept Fluttering, rustling till I slept, And behold this fabric shining White as mist with silver lining. I believe I did hear her spin and weave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRISH INTERIOR by EAVAN BOLAND THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES A SPINNING SONG by JOHN FRANCIS O'DONNELL THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE SPINNING-WHEEL (YONDERLAND SONG) by LYA BERGER BIARTEY'S SPINNING SONG, FR. THE RIDING TO LITHEND by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A YEAR'S SPINNING by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BESS AND HER SPINNING-WHEEL by ROBERT BURNS THISTLE-DOWN by CLARA DOTY BATES TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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