When I think on all with which I am blest
When I think on all with which I am blest,
I weigh the treasures that have been my pride,
Until I come to choose that one gift best
Which I would take with me to cold graveside.
All other accolades I cast away,
But to see the queen’s face for one more day.
Fairest of ladies, fairest of all wight
That ever touched the world’s green downy bedde;
From her alone have we blessing of light
To illumine a land otherwise deadde.
My queen, my queen, thy virtue all admire,
And ever will, for to thee we aspire.
This song is based upon Thomas Campion’s “Thou art not faire” (Song XII from his Songs and Poems). I had originally planned to try and work in as many names of previous Atlantian queens as I possibly could, to celebrate them all explicitly. However, I decided against this because the reader can more easily and vividly think of a queen, if not many (I hope!), for which these lines hold true.