O virgin Queen of the North, expert in war, @3Christina@1, th' Arctic heaven's fair-shining star, See the hard helmet's furrows on my brow -- Though old, not sluggard, yet in arms I go. Whilst in Fate's pathless toils I struggle still, And work the mandates of the people's will, To you this shade its reverent forehead bends, My looks not always stern to royal friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |