Her name, before she was a queen, boots not. When she was crowned, her kingdom said, "The Queen!" And, after that, all other names too mean By far had seemed. Perhaps all were forgot, Save "Queen, sweet queen." Such pitiable lot As till her birth her kingdom had, was seen Never in all fair lands, so torn between False grasping powers, that toiled and fought, but got No peace. All curious search is wholly vain For written page or stone whereon occurs A mention of the kingdom which obeyed This sweet queen's rule. But centuries have laid No dead queen down in royal sepulchres Whose reign was greater or more blest than hers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL FRIEND by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 2. THE FLOWER ASLEEP by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |