Alexandra

ALEXANDRA ALEXANDRA I. The sixty summers that have rolled away Since first thy fame by bard and sage was sung Leave thee to England and to us to-day Still fair and young. II. I saw thee limned in all the robes and pearls, Diamonds and ermine that proclaim thee queen : Thou wast (or I know nothing about girls) Barely eighteen.2 . . . . . . VII. Thy royal Edward’s undivided love Hath been thy lifelong privilege, ’tis true ! Still, is he not, though us so far above, Our Edward too ? . . . . . . XII. Why did the heathen Hindoo’s loyal roar Acclaim that dream brighter than bard e’er dreamt ?3 He worshipped thee4 . . . XIII. ’Twas not thy George’s viking frame that set Australia cheering : but their souls surprise The God within his magian deeply-set Mysterious eyes.5