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68 “But what if hers are rank and power, Armies her train, a throne her bower, A kingdom’s gold her marriage-dower,
 * Broad seas and lands?

What if from bannered hall and tower
 * A queen commands?”

A queen? Earth’s regal moons have set. Where perished Marie Antoinette? Where’s Bordeaux’s mother? Where the jet-
 * Black Haytian dame?

And Lusitania’s coronet?
 * And Angoulême?

Empires to-day are upside down, The castfe kneels before the town, The monarch fears a printer’s frown
 * A brickbat’s range;

Give me, in preference to a crown,
 * Five shillings change.

“But she who asks, though first among The good, the beautiful, the young, The birthright of a spell more strong
 * Than these hath brought her;

She is your kinswoman in song,
 * A Poet’s daughter.”