Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
In the LouvreHarriet Monroe
From “Poems of Travel”
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In bronze with little flecks of gold—
Queen Karomana.
O royal lady, lift your hand,
Shatter the stone museum cold,
Queen Karomana.
With color. Shake your tresses free,
Queen Karomana!
The sleepy lotus shines and swings—
Loose your bound limbs and sail with me
In a smooth shallop to the sea,
Queen Karomana!
So delicate, yet cold as snow,
Queen Karomana!
An ice-wind, boldly resolute,
Rippled your thin robe long ago,
And froze you into bronze—I know—
But left your garment’s flecks of gold
And the slim grace men loved of old,
Queen Karomana.