O LIKE a queen's her happy tread, And like a queen's her golden head! But O, at last, when all is said, Her woman's heart for me! We wandered where the river gleamed 'Neath oaks that mused and pines that dreamed. A wild thing of the woods she seemed, So proud, and pure, and free! All heaven drew nigh to hear her sing, When from her lips her soul took wing; The oaks forgot their pondering, The pines their reverie. And O, her happy queenly tread, And O, her queenly golden head! But O, her heart, when all is said, Her woman's heart for me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER THE OLD SERGEANT by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 4 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |