A Woman to her Poet

In three worlds King art thou of my desire, O thou of many crowns! whose brow, birth-bound With light, wears wisdom's diadem. Thou lyre Of the speechless soul, in silence triple-crowned! My love's proud empire smiles to know thee King; And in the realms of Womanhood I wind A coronet of Faith, a blood-rose ring With azure chain of sapphire intertwined; And where the mind's pure kingdom is, I seek Bright crystals, pearls of Truth divine and rare To honour thee; but on the aerial peak That marks the Soul's eternal region—there Thou thronest Monarch of a world serene, Crowned with the emerald's unfathomed green.