Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Sonnet 13. LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain

     THE WEAVER.

LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain,
Wandering at pleasure 'neath the shady trees,
While the light glossy silk or rustling train
Shines in the sun or flutters in the breeze,
How the sick weaver plies the incessant loom,
Crossing in silence the perplexing thread,
Pent in the confines of one narrow room,
Where droops complainingly his cheerless head:--
Little they think with what dull anxious eyes,
Nor by what nerveless, thin, and trembling hands,
The devious mingling of those various dyes
Were wrought to answer Luxury's commands:
But the day cometh when the tired shall rest,--
Where weary Lazarus leans his head on Abraham's breast!

1. Sonnet 5. BECAUSE I know that there is that in me
2. Weep Not for Him That Dieth
3. Sonnet 1. SWEET marble I didst thou merely represent
4. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
5. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords

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