617 br br Don't put up my Thread and Needle— br I'll begin to Sew br When the Birds begin to whistle— br Better Stitches—so— br br These were bent—my sight got crooked— br When my mind—is plain br I'll do seams—a Queen's endeavor br Would not blush to own— br br Hems—too fine for Lady's tracing br To the sightless Knot— br Tucks—of dainty interspersion— br Like a dotted Dot— br br Leave my Needle in the furrow— br Where I put it down— br I can make the zigzag stitches br Straight—when I am strong— br br Till then—dreaming I am sewing br Fetch the seam I missed— br Closer—so I—at my sleeping— br Still surmise I stitch—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br