Shapes and Shadows — A Daughter of the States

A DAUGHTER OF THE STATES.

She has the eyes of some barbarian Queen Leading her wild tribes into battle; eyes, Wherein th' unconquerable soul defies, And Love sits throned, imperious and serene.

And I have thought that Liberty, alone Among the mountain stars, might look like her, Kneeling to GOD, her only emperor, Kindling her torch on FREEDOM'S altar-stone.

For in her self, regal with riches of Beauty and youth, again those Queens seem born-- BOADICEA, meeting scorn with scorn, And ERMENGARDE, returning love for love.