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"MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR"
My mother bids me bind my hair
With bands of rosy hue;
Tie up my
sleeves with ribbons rare,
And lace my bodice blue!
"For why," she cries, "sit still and weep,
While others dance and
play?"
Alas! I scarce can go, or creep,
While Lubin is away!
'Tis sad to think the days are gone
When those we love were near!
I sit
upon this mossy stone,
And sigh when none can hear:
And while I spin my flaxen thread,
And sing my simple lay,
The village
seems asleep, or dead,
Now Lubin is away!
Anne Hunter [1742-1821]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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[Author index]
This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
