To Christina, Queen Of Sweden

Andrew Marvell

(Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell)

Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone,
  The northern pole supports thy shining throne.
Behold what furrows age and steel can plough;
  The helmet’s weight oppressed this wrinkled brow.
Through fate’s untrodden paths I move; my hands
  Still act my free-born people’s bold commands;
Yet this stern shade, to you submits his frowns,
  Nor are these looks always severe to crowns.

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