English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Walter Savage Landor
549. Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, 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.