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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Victoria</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lark went up, the mower whet his scythe,<br>On golden meads kine ruminating lay,<br>And all the world felt young again and blithe,<br>Just as to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The partridge shook her covey from her wings,<br>And limped along the grass; on leaf and lawn<br>Shimmered the dew, and every throat that sings<br>Chanted the dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doe was followed by her new-dropped fawn,<br>And, folding all her feathers on her breast,<br>The swan within the reedmace deep withdrawn<br>Dreamed on her nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the green wheat the poppy burst aflame,<br>Wildrose and woodbine garlanded the glade,<br>And, twin with maiden Summer, forth there came<br>A summer Maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her face was as the face of mid-June when<br>Blossoms the meadowsweet, the bindweed blows:<br>Pale as a lily first She blenched, and then<br>Blushed like a rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They placed a Crown upon her fair young brow,<br>They put a Sceptre in her girlish hand,<br>Saying, ``Behold! You are Sovereign Lady now<br>Of this great Land!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent She gazed, as one who doth not know<br>The meaning of a message. When She broke<br>The hush of awe around her, 'twas as though<br>Her soul that spoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``With this dread summons, since 'tis Heaven's decree,<br>I would not palter, even if I could;<br>But, being a woman only, I can be<br>Not great, but good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``I cannot don the breastplate and the helm,<br>To my weak waist the sword I cannot gird,<br>Nor in the discords that distract a Realm<br>Be seen or heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``But in my People's wisdom will I share,<br>And in their valour play a helpful part,<br>Lending them still, in all they do or dare,<br>My woman's heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And haply it may be that, by God's grace,<br>And unarmed Love's invulnerable might,<br>I may, though woman, lead a manly race<br>To higher height;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``If wise will curb disorderly desire,<br>The Present hold the parent Past in awe,<br>Religion hallowing with its sacred fire<br>Freedom and Law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Never be broken, long as I shall reign,<br>The solemn covenant 'twixt them and me,<br>To keep this Kingdom, moated by the main,<br>Loyal yet free.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus with grave utterance and majestic mien<br>She with her eighteen summers filled the Throne<br>Where Alfred sate: a girl, withal a Queen,<br>Aloft, alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Love that hath the power to force apart<br>The bolts and baulk the sentinels of Kings,<br>Came o'er the sea, and in her April heart<br>Folded his wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thenceforth more dear than diadem She owned<br>A princely helpmate, sharer in her trust,<br>If not her Sceptre:-since, withal, enthroned<br>By Time the just.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scorner of wrong, and lover of the right,<br>Compounded all of nobleness he seemed,<br>And was indeed the perfect gentle Knight<br>The poet dreamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when the storm of wrath arose that drave<br>Scared Rulers from their realms, Her Throne, deep laid<br>In liberty and trust, calm shelter gave<br>To Kings dismayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And stronger grew the bond of love and grace<br>Betwixt Her and her People, while that She<br>Reigned the glad Mother of a Royal race,<br>Rulers to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Death that deepens love in darkening life<br>Turned to a pall the purple of her Throne.<br>Then, more than once the maid, the widowed wife<br>Reigned all alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Leave me awhile to linger with the dead,''<br>Weeping, She sued. ``But doubt not that I still<br>Am nuptialled to my People, and have wed<br>Their deathless will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Their thoughts shall be my thoughts, their aim my aim,<br>Their free-lent loyalty my right divine;<br>Mine will I make their triumphs, mine their fame,<br>Their sorrows mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And I will be the bond to link them all<br>In patriot purpose till my days be done,<br>So that, in mind and might, whate'er befall,<br>They still keep One.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to the winds yet wider was unfurled<br>The Flag that tyrants never could enslave,<br>Till its strong wisdom governed half the world,<br>And all the wave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, panoplied alike for War or Peace,<br>Victoria's England furroweth still the foam<br>To harvest Empire, wiser than was Greece,<br>Wider than Rome!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore with glowing hearts and proud glad tears,<br>The children of her Island Realm to-day<br>Recall her sixty venerable years<br>Of virtuous sway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now too from where Saint-Lawrence winds, adown<br>'Twixt forests felled and plains that feel the plough,<br>And Ganges jewels the Imperial Crown<br>That girds her brow;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Afric's Cape, where loyal watchdogs bark,<br>And Britain's Sceptre ne'er shall be withdrawn,<br>And that young Continent that greets the dark<br>When we the dawn;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From steel-capped promontories stern and strong,<br>And lone isles mounting guard upon the main,<br>Hither her subjects wend to hail her long<br>Resplendent Reign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever when mid-June's musk-roses blow,<br>Our Race will celebrate Victoria's name,<br>And even England's greatness gain a glow<br>From Her pure fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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