Look at me with thy large brown eyes, <br />Philip, my king! <br />Round whom the enshadowing purple lies <br />Of babyhood's royal dignities. <br />Lay on my neck thy tiny hand <br />With love's invisible scepter laden; <br />I am thine Esther to command <br />Till thou shalt find a queen-handmaiden, <br />Philip, my king. <br /> <br />O the day when thou goest a-wooing, <br />Philip, my king! <br />When those beautiful lips are suing, <br />And some gentle heart's bars undoing, <br />Thou dost enter, love-crowned, and there <br />Sittest love-glorified. Rule kindly, <br />Tenderly, over thy kingdom fair, <br />For we that love, ah! we love so blindly, <br />Philip, my king. <br /> <br />Up from thy sweet mouth, - up to thy brow, <br />Philip, my king! <br />The spirit that there lies sleeping now <br />May rise like a giant and make men bow <br />As to one heaven-chosen among his peers. <br />My Saul, than thy brethren taller and fairer, <br />Let me behold thee in future years! - <br />Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, <br />Philip, my king. <br /> <br />- A wreath not of gold, but palm. One day, <br />Philip, my king! <br />Thou too must tread, as we trod, a way <br />Thorny and cruel and cold and gray: <br />Rebels within thee, and foes without, <br />Will snatch at thy crown. But march on, glorious, <br />Martyr, yet monarch! till angels shout, <br />As thou sittest at the feet of God victorious, <br />'Philip, the king!'<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philip-my-king/
