To A Dead Queen Of Song Poem by Emily Pfeiffer

High-hearted queen, and woman sweet and strong!
As queen above the tyranny of fear,
As woman changeless in a changing sphere,
Holding a title of the wavering throng
Calmly as if no breath could do thee wrong;—
Farewell! Maybe some notes to us unclear
Of this thy life, in entering at God's ear,
Ring there as true as on the earth thy song.

Titiens, in conscious royalty thy soul
Proclaimed itself that hour when it uprose
To hail a rival with a joy serene;
Stood back to give her place upon the roll
Of newer fame, and, pure of envious throes,
Greeted with kindred kiss a sister queen.