A Mien To Move A Queen
Emily Dickinson
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by For humbler Company When none are near Even a Tear— Its frequent Visitor— A Bonnet like a Duke— And yet a Wren’s Peruke Were not so shy Of Goer by— And Hands—so slight— They would elate a Sprite With Merriment— A Voice that Alters—Low And on the Ear can go Like Let of Snow— Or shift supreme— As tone of Realm On Subjects Diadem— Too small—to fear— Too distant—to endear— And so Men Compromise And just—revere—
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