IN the lone tent, waiting for victory, <br /> She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, <br /> Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain: <br /> The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky, <br /> War's ruin, and the wreck of chivalry, <br /> To her proud soul no common fear can bring: <br /> Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King, <br /> Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy. <br /> O Hair of Gold! O Crimson Lips! O Face <br /> Made for the luring and the love of man! <br /> With thee I do forget the toil and stress, <br /> The loveless road that knows no resting place, <br /> Time's straitened pulse, the soul's dread weariness, <br /> My freedom and my life republican!<br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queen-henrietta-maria/
