Explore "To the Queen of England [June 22, 1897]" by Edith Nesbit on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Come forth! the world's aflame with flags and flowers, / The shout of bells fills full the shattered air, / This is the crown of all your golden hours, / More than all other hours august and fair; / This did the years prepare, / A triumph for our Lady and our Queen, / More rich than any king in any land hath seen.
Clothed are your streets with scarlet, gold, and blue, / Flowers under foot and banners over head, / And while your people's voice storms Heaven for you / About your way are voiceless blessings shed, / And over you are spread / Wide wings of love, free love, tamed to your hand, / Love that gold cannot buy, nor Majesty command.