Classic Poem

Pearl - Part 37

“Courteous Queen!” said then that joy,
kneeling to earth, her face enveil'd,
“Matchless Mother, Merriest Maid,
Blest Beginner of every grace!”
Then rose she up, and there she paused,
and spake toward me from that spot:—
“Sir! folk find here the prize they seek,
but no usurpers bide herein.
That Empress in her empire hath
the heavens all and earth and hell;
from heritage yet she driveth none,
for she is Queen of Courtesy.EnglishUnknown