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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.