Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOME SONGS AFTER MASTER-SINGERS: 6. BORN TO THE PURPLE, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Most-like it was this kingly lad
Last Line: As now thou rulest, smiling there.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Happiness; Hearts; Sea; Joy; Delight; Ocean
MOST-LIKE it was this kingly lad
Spake out of the pure joy he had
In his child-heart of the wee maid
Whose eery beauty sudden laid
A spell upon him, and his words
Burst as a song of any bird's: --
A peerless Princess thou shalt be,
Through wit of love's rare sorcery:
To crown the crown of thy gold hair
Thou shalt have rubies, bleeding there
Their crimson splendor midst the marred
Pulp of great pearls, and afterward
Leaking in fainter ruddy stains
Adown thy neck-and-armlet-chains
Of turquoise, chrysoprase, and mad
Light-frenzied diamonds, dartling glad
Swift spirts of shine that interfuse
As though with lucent crystal dews
That glance and glitter like split rays
Of sunshine, born of burgeoning Mays
When the first bee tilts down the lip
Of the first blossom, and the drip
Of blended dew and honey heaves
Him blinded midst the underleaves.
For raiment, Fays shall weave for thee --
Out of the phosphor of the sea
And the frayed floss of starlight, spun
With counterwarp of the firm sun --
A vesture of such filmy sheen
As, through all ages, never queen
Therewith strove truly to make less
One fair line of her loveliness.
Thus gowned and crowned with gems and gold,
Thou shalt, through centuries untold,
Rule, ever young and ever fair,
As now thou rulest, smiling there.
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