Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Aubrey Thomas De Vere b. 1814The Queens Vespers
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She held her harp against her knees:
Aloft the ruddy roofs were shining,
And sunset touch’d the trees.
From the gold border gleam’d like snow
Her foot: a crown enrich’d her brow:
Dark gems confin’d that crimson vest
Close-moulded on her neck and breast.
And shadows of the convent towers:
Well order’d now in stately sort
Those royal halls and bowers.
The choral chaunt had just swept by;
Bright arms lay quivering yet on high:
Thereon the warriors gaz’d, and then
Glanced lightly at the Queen again.
Such grace in those uplifted eyes
And sweet, half absent looks, they noted
That, surely, through the skies
A Spirit, they deem’d, flew forward ever
Above that song’s perpetual river,
And, smiling from its joyous track,
Upon her heavenly face look’d back.