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QUEEN O' THE MEADOW.
Queen o' the meadow! And who is she?
White is her robe as the blooms around her.
A gay green sedge shall her sceptre be,
And with daisy-wreath have her subjects crowned her.
Willie shall be her counsellor high—
His ways are wise, though his words escape her;
Jamie her admiral—sailing by,
Observe his fleet, though it's only paper!
White is her robe as the blooms around her.
A gay green sedge shall her sceptre be,
And with daisy-wreath have her subjects crowned her.
Willie shall be her counsellor high—
His ways are wise, though his words escape her;
Jamie her admiral—sailing by,
Observe his fleet, though it's only paper!
Queen o' the meadow! She sits and smiles,
And pulls her daisies all to pieces,
While Will with a book the day beguiles,
And Jamie a captive bee releases.
Thus through the long bright afternoon
The queen and her ministers muse together
In golden silence, best in tune
With the golden calm of August weather.
And pulls her daisies all to pieces,
While Will with a book the day beguiles,
And Jamie a captive bee releases.
Thus through the long bright afternoon
The queen and her ministers muse together
In golden silence, best in tune
With the golden calm of August weather.
Queen o' the meadow! In days to come,
When your hopes are grown, and your thoughts are clearer,
When your lovely lips are no longer dumb,
And your ways are wiser, though never dearer,
When by alien hearts you are hailed a queen—
And, it may be, mocked and denied by others—
Will you dream of the days when you reigned serene
In the loyal love of your little brothers?
When your hopes are grown, and your thoughts are clearer,
When your lovely lips are no longer dumb,
And your ways are wiser, though never dearer,
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And, it may be, mocked and denied by others—
Will you dream of the days when you reigned serene
In the loyal love of your little brothers?
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