THE King's Daughter is all glorious within, Her clothing of wrought gold sets forth her bliss; Where the endless choruses of heaven begin The King's Daughter is; Perfect her notes in the perfect harmonies; With tears wiped away, no conscience of sin, Loss forgotten and sorrowful memories; Alight with Cherubin, afire with Seraphin, Lily for pureness, rose for charities, With joy won and with joy evermore to win, The King's Daughter is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 1 by WILLIAM BLAKE CHORIAMBICS: 2 by RUPERT BROOKE |