<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Memory of Queen Victoria</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw<br>Such grief, that they could see no more. The heart--<br>That quick'ning pulse of nations--could not bear<br>Another throb of pain, and could not hear<br>Another cry of tortur'd motherhood.<br>Those uncomplaining lips, they sob no more<br>The soundless sobs of dark and burning tears,<br>That none have seen; they smile no more, to breathe<br>A mother's comfort into aching hearts.<br>The patriarchal Queen, the monument<br>Of touching widowhood, of endless love,<br>And childlike purity--she sleeps. This night<br>Is watchful not. The restless hand, that slave<br>To duty, to a mastermind, to wisdom<br>That fathom'd history and saw beyond<br>The times, lies still in marble whiteness. Love<br>So great, so faithful, unforgetting and<br>Unselfish--must it sleep? Or will that veil,<br>That widow's veil unfold, and spread into<br>The dovelike wings, that long were wont to hover<br>In anxious care about her world-wide nest,<br>And now will soar and sing, as harpchords sing,<br>Whilst in their upward flight they breast the wind<br>Of Destiny. No rest for her, no tomb,<br>Nor ashes! Light eternal! Hymns of joy!<br>No silence now for her, who, ever silent,<br>Above misfortunes' storms and thund'ring billows,<br>Would stand with clear and fearless brow, so calm,<br>That men drew strength from out those dauntless eyes,<br>And quiet from that hotly beating heart,<br>Kept still by stern command and unbent will<br>Beneath those tight shut lips. Not ashes, where<br>A beacon e'er will burn, a fire, like<br>The Altar's Soma, for the strong, the weak,<br>The true, the brave, and for the quailing. No,<br>Not ashes, but a light, that o'er the times<br>Will shed a gentle ray, and show the haven,<br>When all the world, stormshaken, rudderless, will pray:<br>If but her century would shine again!<br>Oh, Lord! Why hast thou ta'en thy peaceful Queen?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carmen+Sylva">Carmen Sylva</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116603" data-title="To the Memory of Queen Victoria de Carmen Sylva" data-description="These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw/Such grief, that they could see no more. The heart--/That quick'ning pulse of nations--could not bear/Another throb of pain, and could not hear/Another cry of tortur'd motherhood./Those uncomplaining li..."></div> </div> </div>

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