To Denise, Newly Crowned Queen of Atlantia
DENISE, who cultivates our skill and art,
With thy kind smile tend this fertile heart!
Let us grow tall, the higher we may stand
As proof of grace giv’n of thy royal hand.
Thine eyes may water us, with drops of joy,
From which we do seek to drink and enjoy
The virtues of which we aspire to have:
Queenly kindness doth make a mortal brave.
Thy golden locks, like sunbeams, down do spin
To raise our leaves above the clouds of sin,
To that heaven each man yearneth to find
But, left alone, remains of it e’er blind.
Maintain these stalks, and the fruits thou shalt gain
As nourishment throughout thy coming reign.
Denise, thou labor’st to expand our art,
Whose wrights love thee with only a full heart.
This poem was based in form and sentiment on Ben Jonson’s “Epigram XCIV: To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne’s Satires.”