So, while twilight shades are falling,
Threads of fancy I am twining
With the rosy wool combining;
Heedless of the voices calling
From beyond the garden wall;
Till at last the steady motion
Knits up all my zephyr ball.
Here's the spring of my devotion --
This is why I love my hook
As the poet loves his book:
Thus its charms my cares beguile,
For I'm dreaming all the while.