Tennessee Memories - Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, has washed her lace

(She chose a summer 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 on

Each weed-entangled way!

Mary Leslie Newton