She has the eyes of some barbarian Queen
Leading her wild tribes into battle; eyes,
Wherein th’ unconquerable soul defies,
And Love sits throned, imperious and serene.
And I have thought that Liberty, alone
Among the mountain stars, might look like her,
Kneeling to GOD, her only emperor,
Kindling her torch on FREEDOM'S altar-stone.
For in her self, regal with riches of
Beauty and youth, again those Queens seem born —
BOADICEA, meeting scorn with scorn,
And ERMENGARDE, returning love for love.