617 Don't put up my Thread and Needle I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle Better Stitches — so These were bent — my sight got crooked When my mind — is plain I'll do seams — a Queen's endeavor Would not blush to own Hems — too fine for Lady's tracing To the sightless Knot Tucks — of dainty interspersion Like a dotted Dot Leave my Needle in the furrow Where I put it down I can make the zigzag stitches Straight — when I am strong Till then — dreaming I am sewing Fetch the seam I missed Closer — so I — at my sleeping Still surmise I stitch