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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.