A Bluestocking Knits

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
    My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
O, if you felt the pain I feel!
    But O, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true —
    All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes were blue,
    And often swore my lips were sweet.

Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864)

Photographer unknown (Collector's Quest).