The return of the queen defies the resolutions
Of nations in war and in honesty of substance.
The return of the princess is subjugating the presence
Of lords and ladies that define our way of sight.
One has much to learn of the frailties,
One feels the emotional crisis of the years
That deliver the good help, the goodness of life
And all its compulsions, its compelling characteristics
Are the mastered characteristics of a nation.
The return of a chariot that discerns your walking speed
Is the return of the royal household in waiting and dress,
The compulsion is still existent to be the beholding,
To be the beaming and deeming of the very rich.
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