Last Lace

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace
(She chose a summer’s day)
And hung it in a grassy place
To whiten, if it may.

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has left it there,
And slept the dewy night;
Then waked, to find the sunshine fair,
And all the meadows white.

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, is dead and gone
(She died a summer’s day),
But left her lace to whiten in
Each weed-entangled way!

– Mary Leslie Newton


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

12 thoughts on “Last Lace”

  1. Hi Nancy, what a charming poem and the shot is perfect to illuminate the idea. This is one of my favorite plants, I just found a volunteer of it, so late in the season, with a bud ready to bloom, in the midst of some salvias, I hadn’t even noticed it before. Hope the cold doesn’t zap it before it blooms. That sky color and sun is magical.

  2. Thank you all for your visits today, and for taking the time to comment. This photo was taken near the beach in my home town (small village) of Walton, NS … where the view is always breathtaking. :)

  3. I’m very big on Queen Anne’s lace–I hope your bud opens before frost, Frances, and you get the joy of it. The photo is a beautiful example of how dead and dying things can also be glorious.

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