SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate <br />My liege, my lover, whose imperial head <br />Hath never bent in sorrow of defeat? <br />Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feet <br />Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead? <br />Who shall unking thee, husband of a queen? <br />Wear thou thy majesty inviolate. <br />Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen, <br />Earth's kingdoms fade to a remembered dream, <br />But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme, <br /> <br /> <br />Dazzling command and rich dominion, <br />The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all <br />The silver-belted planets and the sun. <br />Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall, <br />Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread, <br />Sunset her purple canopies and red, <br />In serried splendour, and the night unfold <br />Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold <br />For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down. <br />My hair shall braid thy temples like a crown <br />Of sapphires, and my kiss upon thy brows <br />Like çithar-music lull thee to repose, <br />Till the sun yield thee homage of his light. <br /> <br /> <br />O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest? <br />What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast, <br />O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird <br />And armour with impregnable delight <br />Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/damayante-to-nala-in-the-hour-of-exile/
