The Poet

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Title:     The Poet
Author: Thomas S. Jones [More Titles by Jones]

For one great Queen who sits in majesty,
Untouched, austere, upon a golden throne,
The like whose loveliness was never known
Of ebony and rose and ivory,--
For her you weave a broidered tapestry,
Rife with rich stains of every color-tone
Inwrought; while she immovable as stone
But watches pitiless and silently.

Yet, should this Queen of Beauty lift her arm
And take your broidered web,--ah, then the prize,
The vast reward of all the scars and shame,
For in the moment as a mystic charm
The cloth is changed to porphyry, and lies
Forever on her breast a frozen flame!

[The end]
Thomas S. Jones's poem: Poet

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