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TO THE QUEEN.
Revered, beloved,—0 you that hold
A nobler office upon earth
Than arms, or power of brain, or birth,
Victoria,—since your Royal grace
Of him that uttered nothing base;
And should your greatness, and the care That yokes with empire, yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme,
If aught of ancient worth be there;
Then—while a sweeter music wakes,
The sunlit almond-blossom shakes—
Take, Madam, this poor book of song;
Your kindness. May you rule us long,
And leave us rulers of your blood
As noble till the latest day! u May children of our children say,
She wrought her people lasting good;
)L. I. 1
"Her court was pure; her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed5 A thousand claims to reverence closed
In her as Mother, Wife and Queen;
"And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make
The bounds of freedom wider yet,
By shaping some august decree,
Which kept her throne unshaken still,
And compassed by the inviolate sea."
Where Claribel low-lieth
At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth
About the mossed headstone: At midnight the moon cometh
And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, Tta clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
The babbling runnel crispeth, i-he hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.
Airy, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
Laughing all she can;
Cruel little Lilian.
When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs, She, looking through and through me Thoroughly to undo me,
Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies.
Prithee weep, May Lilian!
Wearieth me, May Lilian: ^
When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prithee weep, May Lilian.
Praying all I can,