English poem
The Wee Knitter
by Abbie Farwell Brown (1871–1927)
Click! Click! Click! Hark to the needles knitting fast Of the wee Knitter in the sun. Over the fairy finger-tips are cast Gossamer threads by an old witch-spider spun In her den at the heart of a flower In a moonlit hour.
Click! Click! Click! The wee small Knitter is all in green, With thistledown hair, And petal-shoon on her silver toes That she swings in the air, From her perch on a tremulous rose, Knitting unseen.
Click! Click! Click! The slender needles of the pine Flash spicy fragrance as they go, To and fro, In the sweet sunshine, Knitting a secret few can know, Of magical meshes none may spy With a mortal eye.
Click! Click! Click! A fairy laugh rings clear and wild, As eagerly the needles knit, Knot by knot and bit by bit, A purse invisible to hold Not gold— But a bit of luck for a human child.
Do you hear, do you hear, O Fortunate One, The wee small Knitter in the sun? Click! Click! Click!