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Title: The Old And The New
Author: Myrtle Reed [
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Grandmother sat at her spinning wheel
In the dust of the long ago,
And listened, with scarlet dyeing her cheeks,
For the step she had learned to know.
A courtly lover, was he who came,
With frill and ruffle and curl--
They dressed so queerly in the days
When grandmother was a girl!
"Knickerbockers" they called them then,
When they spoke of the things at all--
Grandfather wore them, buckled and trim,
When he sallied forth to call.
Grandmother's eyes were youthful then--
His "guiding stars," he said;
While she demurely watched her wheel
And spun with a shining thread.
Frill, and ruffle, and curl are gone,
But the "knickers" are with us still--
And so is love and the spinning wheel,
But we ride it now--if you will!
In grandfather's "knickers" I sit and watch
For the gleam of a lamp afar;
And my heart still turns, as theirs, methinks,
To my wheel and my guiding star.
[The end]
Myrtle Reed's poem: Old And The New
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