Upon barbed wire she teases captured fleece,
For, forming in boxed wood, perfected snug
And one by one a gauzy pearl awaits the finished fleet,
To warm beneath her softest, nature shrug.
Then scamper, sneak, another creeps the rows,
To stir young cheeps; the sweetest, sanctum song!
Oh tears to driest eyes this helplessness bestows
The torture, sable silk of neck and night so long!
How can I comprehend how natures strength resumes?
She’s singing on the fencepost, free of pain,
And journeys creamy fleeces, downy plumes,
To weave what may soon hold her deepest heart again.