E. W. W.

CONTENTS

[The Queen’s last ride]
[The Meeting of the Centuries]
[Death has Crowned him a Martyr]
[Grief]
[Illusion]
[Assertion]
[I Am]
[Wishing]
[We two]
[The Poet’s Theme]
[Song of the Spirit]
[Womanhood]
[Morning Prayer]
[The Voices of the People]
[The World grows Better]
[A Man’s Ideal]
[The Fire Brigade]
[The Tides]
[When the Regiment came back]
[Woman to Man]
[The Traveller]
[The Earth]
[Now]
[You and To-day]
[The Reason]
[Mission]
[Repetition]
[Begin the Day]
[Words]
[Fate and I]
[Attainment]
[A Plea to Peace]
[Presumption]
[High Noon]
[Thought-magnets]
[Smiles]
[The Undiscovered Country]
[The Universal Route]
[Unanswered Prayers]
[Thanksgiving]
[Contrasts]
[Thy Ship]
[Life]
[A Marine Etching]
[“Love Thyself Last”]
[Christmas Fancies]
[The River]
[Sorry]
[Ambition’s trail]
[Uncontrolled]
[Will]
[To an Astrologer]
[The Tendril’s Fate]
[The Times]
[The Question]
[Sorrow’s Uses]
[If]
[Which are you?]
[The Creed to be]
[Inspiration]
[The Wish]
[Three Friends]
[You never can tell]
[Here and now]
[Unconquered]
[All that love asks]
[“Does it pay?”]
[Sestina]
[The Optimist]
[The Pessimist]
[An Inspiration]
[Life’s Harmonies]
[Preparation]
[Gethsemane]
[God’s Measure]
[Noblesse Oblige]
[Through Tears]
[What we Need]
[Plea to Science]
[Respite]
[Song]
[My Ships]
[Her Love]
[If]
[Love’s burial]
[“Love is enough”]
[Life is a Privilege]
[Insight]
[A Woman’s Answer]
[The World’s Need]

THE QUEEN’S LAST RIDE

(Written on the day of Queen Victoria’s funeral)

The Queen is taking a drive to-day,
They have hung with purple the carriage-way,
They have dressed with purple the royal track
Where the Queen goes forth and never comes back.

Let no man labour as she goes by
On her last appearance to mortal eye:
With heads uncovered let all men wait
For the Queen to pass, in her regal state.

Army and Navy shall lead the way
For that wonderful coach of the Queen’s to-day.
Kings and Princes and Lords of the land
Shall ride behind her, a humble band;
And over the city and over the world
Shall the Flags of all Nations be half-mast-furled,
For the silent lady of royal birth
Who is riding away from the Courts of earth,
Riding away from the world’s unrest
To a mystical goal, on a secret quest.

Though in royal splendour she drives through town,
Her robes are simple, she wears no crown:
And yet she wears one, for, widowed no more,
She is crowned with the love that has gone before,
And crowned with the love she has left behind
In the hidden depths of each mourner’s mind.

Bow low your heads—lift your hearts on high—
The Queen in silence is driving by!