A LONG, rich breadth of Holland lace, A window by a Flemish sea; Huge men go by with mighty pace,-- Great Anne was Queen these days, may be, And strange ships prowled for spoil the sea-- For you--old lace! Stitch after stitch enwrought with grace, The mist falls cold on Zuyder-Zee; The silver tankards hang in place Along the wall; across her knee Dame Snuyder spreads her square of lace, A veil--for me? The Holland dames put by their lace, The bells of Bruges ring out in glee; The mill-wheels move in sluggish race:-- Farewell, sweet bells! Then down the sea The slow ship brings the bridal grace-- The veil--for me! Manhattan shores--a New World place, The Pinxter-blows their sweetest be: And now-come close, O love-bright face-- Bend low -- ... Nay, not old Trinity, To Olde Sainte Marke's i' the Bowerie, Dear Hal, -- with thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AELLA: THE MINSTREL'S SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE MAN WHO RODE TO CONEMAUGH by JOHN ELIOT BOWEN THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD EPIGRAM by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: DANIEL BARTOLI by ROBERT BROWNING |