THIS queen of prey (now prey to you), Fast to that perch of ivory In silver chains and silken clew, Hath now made full thy victory: The swelling admiral of the dread Cold deep burnt in thy flames, O fair! Was 't not enough, but thou must lead Bound too the princess of the air? Unarm'd of wings and scaly oar, Unhappy crawler on the land, To what heav'n fli'st? div'st to what shore, That her brave eyes do not command? Ascend the chariot of the Sun, From her bright pow'r to shelter thee: Her captive, fool, outgazes him; Ah what lost wretches then are we! Now, proud usurpers on the right Of sacred beauty, hear your doom; Recant your sex, your mast'ry, might; Lower you cannot be o'ercome: Repent ye e'er nam'd he or head, For y' are in falcons' monarchy, And in that just dominion bred, In which the nobler is the she. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: INSCRIPTION FOR A PORTRAIT OF DANTE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI LILIES: 26. THE PSYCHE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES IN A LETTER TO A.R.C. ON HER WISHING TO BE CALLED ANNA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TO MARY; FROM THE NOVEL OF MARY DE CLIFFORD by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |