I CALL her Queen -- the lady of my love -- Since that in all one sceptreless may claim Of true nobility to suit the name, She is right royal, -- and doth so ap prove My loving homage. All that painter's art And poet's fantasy delight to find In queenliness is hers; the noble mind, The stately bearing, and the gracious heart; The voice most musical, the brow serene, And beaming benediction -- like a queen! And oh, such peerless beauty, that, I swear (Recalling each fair face that loud Renown Hath found, or feigned, beneath a jeweled crown) I flatter queens, to call her "queenly fair!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DOROTHY'S DOWER by PHOEBE CARY THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS MAKE FRIENDS by ALI IBN ABU TALIB HINTS OF AN HISTORICAL PLAY TO BE CALLED WILLIAM RUFUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY |