Poem: Queen Henrietta Maria

(To Ellen Terry)

上海龙凤shlf最新地址In the lone tent, waiting for victory,

She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain,

Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky,

War's ruin, and the wreck of chivalry

To her proud soul no common fear can bring:

Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy.

O Hair of Gold!  O Crimson Lips!  O Face

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Made for the luring and the love of man!

With thee I do forget the toil and stress,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The loveless road that knows no resting place,

Time's straitened pulse, the soul's dread weariness,

My freedom, and my life republican!