IF I WERE A QUEEN.
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And my whole court, I think, should show
Three little heads of lightest gold,
Two others of a darker glow;
And One bent low enough to hold
Between pale, quivering hands. And then
Some Silence should receive my soul,
My name should fade from lips of men,
My pleasant funeral-bells should toll
This hour, and dust be dust again—
If I were a Queen.
Three little heads of lightest gold,
Two others of a darker glow;
And One bent low enough to hold
Between pale, quivering hands. And then
Some Silence should receive my soul,
My name should fade from lips of men,
My pleasant funeral-bells should toll
This hour, and dust be dust again—
If I were a Queen.
