For works with similar titles, see Flax.
Josef Václav Sládek2964398Bohemian legends and other poems — ⁠ Flax1896Flora Pauline Wilson Kopta

FLAX.

All day long,
My wheel strong,
Drives the flaxen thread along.
From the linen what will be?
He who waits will surely see—
A shirt as white as lily.

Weaver mine,
Take this twine,
Weave it quickly, weaver mine.
Linen thin, and soft and white;
Maiden shirts, for my delight—
For his mother, see, a shroud.