Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, KNITTING, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES


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First Line: E'en though her tongue may by its force
Last Line: And leaves his gold spread all about.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Knitting


E'en though her tongue may by its force
Leave me as helpless as a horse,
When saucy pup doth bark at him --
I'll love her better for that whim.
No steady summer's love for me,
But let her still uncertain be;
Like spring, whose gusts, and frowns, and showers,
Do grow us fresher, lovelier flowers.
No substances on earth can make
The joy I from her shadow take;
When first I saw her face, I could
Not help draw near her where she stood;
I felt more joy than when a Bee
Sees in a garden a Plum tree
All blossoms and no leaves, and he
Leaps o'er the fence immediately.
I like to see her when she sits --
Not dreaming I look on -- and knits;
To see her hands, with grace so light,
Stabbing the wool that's red or white;
With shining needles, sharp and long,
That never seem to go far wrong.
And that sight better pleases me
Than green hills in the sun; to see
The beach, what time the tide goes out,
And leaves his gold spread all about.





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