Classic Poem

This Empire's Coronation robes
Should be the robes most bright
Of all the fabrics of all globes,
Most shot with sunset's light:

Most beautiful, and most inwrought
With wonder of all flowers;
Most pure and lovely from the thought
Of calm laborious hours:

Most rich with glory of the dawn
And splendour of the rose;
White as the daisies of the lawn,
White as the mountain's snows:

The robes that woman's form shall wear
When, perfect, pure and grand,
She shines, the stars within her hair
And heaven within her hand.