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DETHRONED, RETHRONED
The pride of rooted majesty,
The splendid pride of lordliness
Stamp’d with the right imperial die—
Most royal in adversity,
Most radiant in distress—
To-day beside the sea-waves wild
I found it, in a beggar-child.
She sings upon the beach for hire;
The vivid mirth across her face,
Her Creole eyes of night and fire,
The boldness of her bright attire,
Daily suffuse the place;
Light the dull ground, re-light the air,
And lure a ring of gazers there.
To whom she croons a curious strain,
Lawless, outlandish, eerie, sweet;—
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