CLOSE as the stars along the sky The flowers were in the mead, The purple heart, and golden eye, And crimson-flaming weed: -- And each one sigh'd as I went by, And touch'd my garment green, And bade me wear her on my heart And take her for my Queen Of Love, -- And take her for my Queen. And one in virgin white was drest With lowly gracious head; And one unveil'd a burning breast With Love's own ardor red: All rainbow bright, with laughter light, They flicker'd o'er the green, Each whispering I should pluck her there And take her as my Queen Of Love, -- And take her as my Queen. But sudden at my feet look'd up A little star-like thing, Pure odor in pure perfect cup, That made my bosom sing. 'Twas not for size, nor gorgeous dyes, But her own self, I ween, Her own sweet self, that bade me stoop And take her for my Queen Of Love, -- And take her for my Queen. Now all day long and every day Her beauty on me grows, And holds with stronger, sweeter sway Than lily or than rose; And this one star outshines by far All in the meadow green; -- And so I wear her on my heart And take her for my Queen Of Love, -- And take her for my Queen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER PRAYERS OF STEEL by CARL SANDBURG CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 1 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |