Elizabeth Barrett Browning - A Year's Spinning lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - A Year's Spinning lyrics]
He listened at the porch that day
To hear the wheel go on, and on
And then it stopped, ran back away
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done
He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun
I smiled believing for us both
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done
My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done
I thought O God! my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave
(Who cursed me on her death-bed lone)
And my dead baby's (God it save)
Who, not to bless me, would not moan
And now my spinning is all done
A stone upon my heart and head
But no name written on the stone!
Sweet neighbours, whisper low instead
"This sinner was a loving one
And now her spinning is all done"
And let the door ajar remain
In case he should pass by anon
And leave the wheel out very plain
That HE, when passing in the sun
May see the spinning is all done
To hear the wheel go on, and on
And then it stopped, ran back away
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done
He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun
I smiled believing for us both
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done
My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done
I thought O God! my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave
(Who cursed me on her death-bed lone)
And my dead baby's (God it save)
Who, not to bless me, would not moan
And now my spinning is all done
A stone upon my heart and head
But no name written on the stone!
Sweet neighbours, whisper low instead
"This sinner was a loving one
And now her spinning is all done"
And let the door ajar remain
In case he should pass by anon
And leave the wheel out very plain
That HE, when passing in the sun
May see the spinning is all done