Friday, June 11, 2010

Day 273:


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

6 comments:

ρομπερτ said...

Impressive how you manage to give an image to these words.

daily athens

Lynn said...

Ah, Robert. It was simply that I had nothing to say, so I just plonked in the photo, which I knew was of Queen Anne's Lace, then Googled "Queen Anne's Lace poem" and crossed my fingers. :o) I kind of liked the little verse--it really describes this little plant that spreads like wildfire perfectly.

Oliag said...

Lynn, thank you for stopping by my little blog and leaving such a nice comment:) I'm so glad you did because now I have discovered this lovely place to explore...This photo is beautiful!...I do have a thing for Queen Anne's Lace...and for poetry...I will be back often I'm sure!
Gail

kathryn said...

Oh, perfect! Love the Queen Anne...although, I never knew that's what they were called.

So, it's a weed...disguising itself as a flower. Mother Nature's sneakiness at it's best!

Lynn said...

Welcome, Gail! Like I told Robert, the poetry is because I had nothing to say, so completely lazed out on it by using Google. I'm so glad you stopped by! It was fun finding your spot as well.

Kathryn. Yup. A weed. I love it, though--even though it has taken over the side of the house where we took down the maple trees. I just Round Up it where I don't want it--but leave some, because it's so pretty. And I love how putting it in water and food colouring turns it different colours. Kind of. It worked better for my elementary school teachers than it does for me, but theoretically it's cool.

Now if I could just get rid of the wild morning glory. That stuff is insidious, and getting worse by the year. I'm on a vendetta to destroy it all--even with its pretty flowers. It's the devil disguised as a weed, I tell you.

elizabeth said...

Oh my goodness. I love the focus in this photo of Queen Anne's Lace. So full of lace-y whiteness.