Speeded the spindle poised by thread-whorl perfect of polish;
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Thus as the work was wrought, the lengths were trimmed wi' the fore-teeth,
While to their thin, dry lips stuck wool-flecks severed by biting,
Which at the first outstood from yarn-hanks evenly fine-drawn.
Still at their feet in front soft fleece-flecks white as the snow-flake
Lay in the trusty guard of wickers woven in withies.
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Always a-carding the wool, with clear-toned voices resounding
Told they such lots as these in song divinely directed,