Classic Poem

Oft to the king unseen he turn'd his eyes,
Or in the sons remark'd their father's air;
Oft he beheld the queen with new surprise,
But most the princess, amiably fair!
The more he look'd, he saw on each imprest
The marks of majesty that awe the sight,
An air of greatness not to be express'd,
Which calls for homage, while it gives delight;
Something that more of dignity confers,
Than all the glittering toys the ermin'd monarch wears.