(the frame is a collage of photos I've taken in the last year)
Tatting To-Day
With figure demure, and a downcast face,
And a tranquil air of quiet grace,
Her delicate fingers deftly wrought
A pattern as fine as a fairy’s thought,
Tatting that day!
O maiden fair, with the silken hair,
And the shining eyes of a luster rare,
What abracadabra’s mysterious spell
Is thy flying shuttle weaving so well,
Tatting to-day?
Ah, sir, I work to have my way
In the perfumed air of a gracious day;
My nimble fingers are weaving a snare
To entangle human hearts. Beware
Of my tatting to-day!
So the lily fingers entrancing flew,
And the lustrous eyes were heavenly blue;
And the silken hair was shot with gold,
And down in a golden glory rolled,
Tatting that day.
And she had her will on a gracious day,
All clad in a cloud of white array;
And I bless the day and the perfumed air
That kissed her cheek as she wove her snare
Tatting that day.
David Law Proudfit
David Law Proudfit