A Woman to her Poet

In three worlds King art thou of my desire,

O thou of many crowns! whose brow, birth-bound

With light, wears wisdom's diadem. Thou lyre

Of the speechless soul, in silence triple-crowned!

My love's proud empire smiles to know thee King;

And in the realms of Womanhood I wind

A coronet of Faith, a blood-rose ring

With azure chain of sapphire intertwined;

And where the mind's pure kingdom is, I seek

Bright crystals, pearls of Truth divine and rare

To honour thee; but on the aerial peak

That marks the Soul's eternal region — there

Thou thronest Monarch of a world serene,

Crowned with the emerald's unfathomed green.