Lo! by our Queen's command, the Parian stone Has brought to light a flower that shall not fade; As old-world seeds, up to the surface thrown, Break in white blossom by the Sun's sweet aid, And air their buried beauty; so, at last, This gentle, royal, persecuted, maid Has had her blameless memory upcast, Like the white clover, long in darkness laid; How touchingly she died! her languid head Had fallen forward on her father's book, The Martyr's dying present, ere he bled; But, on the last high morning, she shall look Heavenwards, through Him whose precious blood was shed For this long-hidden flower of Carisbrook. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE BOBBIN-WINDER by JOSEPHINE ELIZABETH ARCHER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 114. A LATER DEDICATION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |