THE Queen sinned in a dream, Never a word she spoke; But throned in reverie supreme She sat amid her folk. And yet a rumour ran Through the Castle by the sea; The knights grew pale; the maidens 'gan To brood right rosily. Was it the purple dyes Dropped from the splendid wing Of Love-o'-Dreams in her sleeping eyes, That told the grim old King? Merciful was the King. Sing therefore piteously A mass for the Queen of pearl we bring To the Chapel by the sea. (@3A tender and sparkling sky, Beautiful beryl-green!— Now Love-o'-Dreams may kiss for aye The great gold curls of the Queen.@1) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE |