Bohemian legends and other poems/Flax
For works with similar titles, see Flax.
FLAX.
All day long,
My wheel strong,
Drives the flaxen thread along.
From the linen what will be?
He who waits will surely see—
A shirt as white as lily.
Weaver mine,
Take this twine,
Weave it quickly, weaver mine.
Linen thin, and soft and white;
Maiden shirts, for my delight—
For his mother, see, a shroud.