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House of Anne

All votive in the moonlit breeze    
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace    
As bright as stars above the trees    
But rooted in their proper place    
Where royal court was kept with mint,    
And evening primrose, in the beams    
That steep summer flora in the tint    
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!    
     
Rosemary was the center piece    
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,    
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,    
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!      
     
Queen Anne would have it no other way,    
In her sovereign midnight gold,    
Where royal lace by lunar ray...    
     
Is a stately beauty to behold.  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
Published | Edited 26th Aug 2023
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