I CALL her Queen -- the lady of my love -- Since that in all one sceptreless may claim Of true nobility to suit the name, She is right royal, -- and doth so ap prove My loving homage. All that painter's art And poet's fantasy delight to find In queenliness is hers; the noble mind, The stately bearing, and the gracious heart; The voice most musical, the brow serene, And beaming benediction -- like a queen! And oh, such peerless beauty, that, I swear (Recalling each fair face that loud Renown Hath found, or feigned, beneath a jeweled crown) I flatter queens, to call her "queenly fair!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AULD ROBIN GRAY by ANNE LINDSAY A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES ECHOES OF SPRING: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827 by EMILY JANE BRONTE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 34. HOPE AND FEAR by THOMAS CAMPION |