Bead Work
Restless needle, where my beads
Whip with colour, roll like seeds.
Dive, and pick up one and one.
One and one till we are done;
And fasten each one firm and true
Where the pattern tells you to —
One and one, and one and one.
One and one, and one and one —
Flying needle, as you run.
As you pick up the lobes of light
Mind you guide each sparkle right;
Mind this tawny brown you choose,
Shading it with light wood hues,
When you shape the curving rim
Of this great basket, on whose brim
Heap the designated green.