Dreaming of thrones she grew from child to maid,
While under royal palms soft fountains played.
She saw herself in Time's appointed hour
Ruling her kingdom by love's potent power,
Her radiant youth imperially arrayed
Where tropic suns were tempered by sweet shade,
Protecting love her pleasant pathway laid,
And there she dwelt, a Princess in her bower
   Dreaming of thrones.

Marauding changes brutally invade
Her Island home; and yet Time's hand is stayed.
Her name has left the fragrance of a flower;
And in the regal state that was her dower
She sleeps in beauteous youth that cannot fade
   Dreaming of thrones.

The worlds and I. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. p. 286
New York : George H. Doran Company, c1918.

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