SENTIMENT
A CORONATION
Dear, on thy brow I set a crown,Invisible yet rare;Not jewelled gold, which burdens downWith royalty and care.I bring thee nothing but my loveAnd what my hands can win,And yet I crown thee, dear, aboveA kingdom’s proudest queen.I kiss each gleaming tress of thineCoiled lightly round thy head,And woman’s glory grows divineWith love’s aurora shed.If thou canst but forget the rest,The gems I cannot bring,This jewel doth become thee bestTo me, thy lover-king.Dear, in my soul thou hast a throneAll white and heavengold,And on thy brow I set a crownThat doth my heart infold.
Dear, on thy brow I set a crown,Invisible yet rare;Not jewelled gold, which burdens downWith royalty and care.I bring thee nothing but my loveAnd what my hands can win,And yet I crown thee, dear, aboveA kingdom’s proudest queen.I kiss each gleaming tress of thineCoiled lightly round thy head,And woman’s glory grows divineWith love’s aurora shed.If thou canst but forget the rest,The gems I cannot bring,This jewel doth become thee bestTo me, thy lover-king.Dear, in my soul thou hast a throneAll white and heavengold,And on thy brow I set a crownThat doth my heart infold.
Dear, on thy brow I set a crown,Invisible yet rare;Not jewelled gold, which burdens downWith royalty and care.
Dear, on thy brow I set a crown,
Invisible yet rare;
Not jewelled gold, which burdens down
With royalty and care.
I bring thee nothing but my loveAnd what my hands can win,And yet I crown thee, dear, aboveA kingdom’s proudest queen.
I bring thee nothing but my love
And what my hands can win,
And yet I crown thee, dear, above
A kingdom’s proudest queen.
I kiss each gleaming tress of thineCoiled lightly round thy head,And woman’s glory grows divineWith love’s aurora shed.
I kiss each gleaming tress of thine
Coiled lightly round thy head,
And woman’s glory grows divine
With love’s aurora shed.
If thou canst but forget the rest,The gems I cannot bring,This jewel doth become thee bestTo me, thy lover-king.
If thou canst but forget the rest,
The gems I cannot bring,
This jewel doth become thee best
To me, thy lover-king.
Dear, in my soul thou hast a throneAll white and heavengold,And on thy brow I set a crownThat doth my heart infold.
Dear, in my soul thou hast a throne
All white and heavengold,
And on thy brow I set a crown
That doth my heart infold.