Excerpt from PoemsBut with whirr and with lilt she gauges And holds to the threads, that's the thing, Till, a boon to the galloping ages, She has them all wound on her string!So fall in, and line up, spinning Mothers, Toilless lilies are no guide for you!Set the pace for the fathers and brothers, For their bally old spinning won't do!About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.