Menken, Adah Isaacs
|WORKING AND WAITING.|
All the day long, and through the cold midnight,
Still the hot needle she wearily plies.
Haggard and white as the ghost of a Spurned One,
Sewing white robes for the Chosen One's eyes--
Lost in her sorrow,
But for the morrow
Phantom-like speaking in every stitch--
God protect all of us--
God shelter all of us
From the Curse, born with each sigh for the Rich!