| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 758. Old Flemish Lace |
| | | By Amelia Walstien Carpenter |
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| 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— | 5 |
| For you—old lace! | |
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| 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 | 10 |
| Dame Snuyder spreads her square of lace, | |
| A veil—for me? | |
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| The Holland dames put by their lace, | |
| The bells of Bruges ring out in glee; | |
| The mill-wheels move in sluggish race:— | 15 |
| Farewell, sweet bells! Then down the sea | |
| The slow ship brings the bridal grace— | |
| The veil—for me! | |
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| Manhattan shores—a New World place, | |
| The Pinxter-blows their sweetest be: | 20 |
| 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! | 25 |
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