In a dream
On the gleam
Of a star
In the cradle-rocked billows of azure afar.
WHEEL AND SHUTTLE.
Spin: God will send thee flax.—Proverb.
[Although differing slightly from his literal experience, nevertheless to the boy, long ago grown to manhood, who used to cling to his mother’s dress, and fretfully toddle back and forth as she patiently sent the big wheel whirring and then ran backwards with her lengthening thread, then forwards, and so on, hour after hour, spinning threads for the home-loom, this poem, with its application to life, has in it the pleasing scent of the roses of recollection, intoxicating even to sadness.]
“Spin, spin!”
The warp is in