The Spinner

Oh, what was it he meant By his question as he went? "I am making a loom, 'T will be up in April's bloom; If you think it may be, Spin for me!"

Oh, what shall I believe? Does he think himself to weave? And the yarn that I spin, Lo, he thinks to weave it in? And so soon as the Spring Flowers shall bring?

And he laughed when he'd done; Oh, he is so full of fun. Dare I trust all my skein To so young and wild a swain?-- May God help to bind in All I spin!