YOU play the queen: But I remember a simple girl singing in the dairy: Men were tamed by her sweetness. You crown your hair with paste: Have you forgotten the radiance of your undrugged eyes, And the quickness of your smile? I only say: Be yourself ... What in your play has reached down into the crater of your human heart, Or walked the sun-clear peaks of your spirit? Be demon: be angel: oh, be woman! Queenship is but a garment hiding your glory: Crowns but muffle the night-dream of your hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN SCALY by WILLIAM BLAKE BLUE-BELLS IN THE SHADE by ELIZA COOK THE BOROUGH: LETTER 23. PRISONS by GEORGE CRABBE ANTIPHONY by DOROTHY MARIE DAVIS EPILOGUE TO 'THE PRINCESS OF CLEVES' by JOHN DRYDEN POLITICAL PROLOGUE: TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS by JOHN DRYDEN PROLOGUE SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF THE NEW HOUSE, 1674 by JOHN DRYDEN |