Queen Anne’s 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!
Unexpected in common hours 
It’s always been one of my favorites too, but I never heard the poem!
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This one is considered to be a children’s poem. There’s another more famous poem by William Carlos Williams, but I prefer the children’s one.
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