Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ELIZABETH, by GEORGE BRANDON SAUL


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ELIZABETH, by                    
First Line: She has the strange sweet grace of violets
Last Line: A sense of flowers drifting down the wind.
Subject(s): Elizabeth I, Queen Of England (1533-1603


She has the strange sweet grace of violets
That stand in slender vases in the dusk
When fireflies weave their unseen fairy nets
About an unreal world of rose and musk.
She has the glad young smile that poppies wear
In quiet gardens when the day comes in
With dewy cobwebs tangled in her hair
And laughing eyes that bid the dance begin!
Her path's a trail of beauty down the years
And where she steps the dust is touched with flame;
A genius, as of hills when night appears,
Clings to her from the silence whence she came.
-- She passes me and there remains behind
A sense of flowers drifting down the wind.





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