Crochet Club

 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.