Not once since Man's Creation have been seen
so many talents fused in one fair Queen;
and had Troy's 'thousand ships’ been launched today,
homage throughout eternity they’d pay.
Here sweetness, learning, comfort calm serene,
spread happiness where'er she shares fair beam.
To honour her I would, and many may,
the chronicles of chivalry defray.
On all Earth’s empires she should reign supreme.
Compared with her, bare beauty's blossoms seem
pale phantom shadows mocking golden gleam:
no verse could dwell too long upon this theme.
Gold tresses halo soft stars set in cream,
blue sapphires, sparkling, scintillating dream.
The world’s ambition, no-one may gainsay,
would be to honour, cherish her, obey.
Where others, with swift superficial sheen,
across our senses flicker, sink unseen:
her peerless charms so far outshine the day
that envy untold centuries they’ll sway.
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