| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In the Louvre | | By Harriet Monroe |
| | From “Poems of Travel”
QUEEN KAROMANA, slim you stand, | |
| In bronze with little flecks of gold— | |
| Queen Karomana. | |
| O royal lady, lift your hand, | |
| Shatter the stone museum cold, | 5 |
| Queen Karomana. | |
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| The wide Nile sleeps, the desert stings | |
| With color. Shake your tresses free, | |
| Queen Karomana! | |
| The sleepy lotus shines and swings— | 10 |
| Loose your bound limbs and sail with me | |
| In a smooth shallop to the sea, | |
| Queen Karomana! | |
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| Queen Karomana, still so mute, | |
| So delicate, yet cold as snow, | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| And the slim grace men loved of old, | |
| Queen Karomana. | | | | |
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