A YEAR'S SPINNING. I. HE listened at the porch that day II. He sate beside me, with an oath III. My mother cursed me that I heard IV. I thought-O God!-my first-born's cry It was the silence, made me groan! V. 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. VI. A stone upon my heart and head, VII. 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. CHANGE UPON CHANGE. I. IVE months ago, the stream did flow, FIVE The lilies bloomed along the edge; And we were lingering to and fro,— Where none will track thee in this snow, Along the stream, beside the hedge. Ah, sweet, be free to love and go! For if I do not hear thy foot, The frozen river is as mute, The flowers have dried down to the root; And why, since these be changed since May, Shouldst thou change less than they? II. And slow, slow, as the winter snow, Put paleness on for a disguise. THAT DAY. I. STAND by the river where both of us stood, And there is but one shadow to darken the flood; And the path leading to it, where both used to pass, Has the step but of one, to take dew from the grass,One forlorn since that day. II. The flowers of the margin are many to see, For my low sound of weeping disturbs not his song, III. I stand by the river-I think of the vow- |