Classic Poem

My Queen

I.

Of all girls' faces sweet and very fair
There is but one
I love.—Can all the stars that gild the air
Put out the sun?

II.

Can all the flowers that fill the garden-bed
Dismay the rose?
Nay! Love's hand only over one sweet head
His glory throws.

III.

There are fair flowers and faces—that I know—
Many to see.
But only one whose beauty lays me low;
But one for me.

IV.

Eyes meet my own. They never hold me now:
Their spell is o'er.
But thine eyes hold me. At thy feet I bow
For evermore.

V.

There are fair faces. Only one for me:
One mouth, I ween:
One royal look of tenderest sovereignty:
One love, one queen.