broider

And I cannot broider altar-cloths and I will not try—but I can shoot with any man at the flying mark.

Gray mosses broider it where the sun lies, and dark green where the water drips.

But I am sure the woman who can broider like this, is clever enough to make a row of harebells and ferns!

I am the handmaid of the earth, I broider fair her glorious gown, And deck her on her days of mirth With many a garland of renown.

I'll broider with my spray Stone bridge and granite quay, And bear great ships away Unto the long wide sea.