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Oscar Wilde (1854–1900).  Poems.  1881.

50. Queen Henrietta Maria


IN the lone tent, waiting for victory, 
  She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, 
  Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain: 
The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky, 
War’s ruin, and the wreck of chivalry,         5
  To her proud soul no common fear can bring: 
  Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King, 
Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy. 
O Hair of Gold! O Crimson Lips! O Face 
  Made for the luring and the love of man!  10
  With thee I do forget the toil and stress, 
The loveless road that knows no resting place, 
  Time’s straitened pulse, the soul’s dread weariness, 
  My freedom and my life republican! 


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