Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Two Sat Down
Two sat down in the morning time, One to sing and one to spin. All men listened the song sublime- But no one listened the dull wheel’s din. The singer sat in a pleasant nook, And sang of a life that was fair and sweet, While the spinner sat with a steadfast look, Busily plying her hands and feet. The singer sang on with a rose in her hair, And all men listened her dulcet tone; And the spinner spun on with a dull despair Down in her heart as she sat alone. But lo! on the morrow no one said Aught of the singer or what she sang. Men were saying: “Behold this thread,” And loud the praise of the spinner rang. The world has forgotten the singer’s name- Her rose is faded, her songs are old; But far o’er the ocean the spinner’s fame Yet is blazoned in lines of gold.
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