Classic Poem

Her name, before she was a queen, boots not.
When she was crowned, her kingdom said,
“The Queen!”
And, after that, all other names too mean
By far had seemed. Perhaps all were forgot,
Save “Queen, sweet queen.”
Such pitiable lot
As till her birth her kingdom had, was seen
Never in all fair lands, so torn between
False grasping powers, that toiled and fought, but got
No peace.
All curious search is wholly vain
For written page or stone whereon occurs
A mention of the kingdom which obeyed
This sweet queen's rule. But centuries have laid
No dead queen down in royal sepulchres
Whose reign was greater or more blest than hers.