LOOK at me with thy large brown eyes, Philip, my king! Round whom the enshadowing purple lies of babyhood's royal dignities. Lay on my neck thy tiny hand With Love's invisible sceptre laden; I am thine Esther, to command Till thou shalt find a queen-handmaiden, Philip, my king! O, the day when thou goest a-wooing, Philip, my king! When those beautiful lips 'gin suing, And, some gentle heart's bars undoing, Thou dost enter, love-crowned, and there Sittest love-glorified! -- Rule kindly, Tenderly over thy kingdom fair; For we that love, ah! we love so blindly, Philip, my king! Up from thy sweet mouth up to thy brow, Philip, my king! The spirit that there lies sleeping now May rise like a giant, and make men bow As to one Heaven-chosen among his peers. My Saul, than thy brethren taller and fairer, Let me behold thee in future years! Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, Philip, my king; -- A wreath, not of gold, but palm. One day, Philip, my king! Thou too must tread, as we trod, a way Thorny, and cruel, and cold, and gray; Rebels within thee and foes without Will snatch at thy crown. But march on, glorious, Martyr, yet monarch! till angels shout, As thou sitt'st at the feet of God victorious, "Philip, the king!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE THE HIGHWAYMAN by ALFRED NOYES IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN |