To E. P. B.

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Imperial as that famed Elizabeth
Before whose feet a knight his cloak cast down—
A sovereign—altho' thine only crown
Love's roses 'twine for thee, Elizabeth.
Ah, maiden sweeter than morn's nectared breath,
Across thy path no regal robe I fling—
Only a living, loving heart I bring
To lay at thy dear feet, Elizabeth.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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