He Listened At The Porch That Day, To Hear The Wheel Go On, And On; And Then It Stopped, Ran Back Away, While Through The Door He Brought The Sun: But Now My Spinning Is All Done. He Sat Beside Me, With An Oath That Love Ne'er Ended, Once Begun; I Smiled, Believing For Us Both, What Was The Truth For Only One: And Now My Spinning Is All Done. My Mother Cursed Me That I Heard A Young Man'S Wooing As I Spun: Thanks, Cruel Mother, For That Word, For I Have, Since, A Harder Known! And Now My Spinning Is All Done. I Thought, O God! My First-Born'S Cry Both Voices To Mine Ear Would Drown: I Listened In Mine Agony, It Was The Silence Made Me Groan! And Now My Spinning Is All Done. Bury Me 'Twixt My Mother'S Grave, (Who Cursed Me On Her Death-Bed Lone) And My Dead Baby'S (God It Save!) Who, Not To Bless Me, Would Not Moan. And Now My Spinning Is All Done. A Stone Upon My Heart And Head, But No Name Written On The Stone! Sweet Neighbours, Whisper Low Instead, "This Sinner Was A Loving One, And Now Her Spinning Is All Done." And Let The Door Ajar Remain, In Case He Should Pass By Anon; And Leave The Wheel Out Very Plain, That He, When Passing In The Sun, May See The Spinning Is All Done.