Queen of so many nations that the sun Sets not upon the boundaries of thy sway, -- Whom men of varied clime and creed obey, -- Mother of many Princes, -- wife of one Who, -- now these fleet-foot fifty years are run Whereof the festival is held to-day, -- Sees not thy golden tresses turn'd to grey, But, -- in eternal slumber, slumbers on; -- How many glorious images unite 'Round thine illustrious name! -- The Dragon's head Beneath St. George's heel: -- the Lion's might: -- Britannia: -- India's Empress, -- robed in red, Crown'd and enthroned! -- Then lo! thou com'st in sight, -- A lonely woman, -- sable garmented. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SAN GABRIEL by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |