Classic Poem

J. E. K .

Tall is my queen;
Lithe as the lily's graceful stem
And fair as her snow-white diadem,
My Josephine.

Rare is my queen;
My lotos, in her beauty's dower
Rivalling the rare Victoria flower,
My Josephine.

Bright is my queen;
The first bright star in the violet skies
Borrows its light from her violet eyes —
My Josephine.

Gay is my queen;
Birds thaTall day in the woods rejoice
Their gamut have caught from her warbling voice —
My Josephine.

Kind is my queen;
Kind as the breeze at the noontide hour,
Kind as the dew to the fainting flower —
My Josephine.

True is my queen;
Glad with the glad — Christ's word to keep —
And ready to weep with them that weep,
My Josephine.

O silvery sheen
Of sky! O birds, O lilies white,
Bless with your breath, your song, your light,
My Josephine!

And ye, I ween
Dearest of all the Angelic Nine
Seraphim, guard with your sleepless eyne
My Josephine;

Till, pearl-serene,
She stand, heaven's light in her ransomed eyes,
At the jasper door of Paradise —
My Josephine!