Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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TO THE QUEEN.
Lightly as chaplets virginal of flowers—The Summer's wreath of roses!—may the Crown
Sit on that brow, so pure, so cloudless shown;—
And cloudless be it through all coming hours!—
Girt with August Authorities and Powers,
Yet—princely Maid!—what mildness seems thine own,
What gentleness is round thy grandeur thrown—
Softening, yet strengthening thy most sovereign dowers,—
The Earth's thunder-bearing Conquerors scatt'ring fate,
And shadowing all with their dread presence round—
The Giant Kings of Mind, sublimely great—
Whose names yet smite us with a thrill profound,
Might ne'er, with all their sway of strength and state,
Bind us in breathless awe, as thy young smile hath bound!
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