Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Walter Savage Landor. 1775–1864564. Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel
| MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel; | |
| My fingers ache, my lips are dry: | |
| O, if you felt the pain I feel! | |
| But O, who ever felt as I? | |
| No longer could I doubt him true— | 5 |
| All other men may use deceit; | |
| He always said my eyes were blue, | |
| And often swore my lips were sweet. |