 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
MY QUEEN.
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 approve
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!”
| The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe | |