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Harriet Monroe - In The Louvre
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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, 
Queen Karomana. 

The wide Nile sleeps, the desert stings 
With color. Shake your tresses free, 
Queen Karomana ! 
The sleepy lotus shines and swings— 
Loose your bound limbs and sail with me 
In a smooth shallop to the sea, 
Queen Karomana! 

Queen Karomana, still so mute, 
So delicate, yet cold as snow, 
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
And the slim grace men loved of old,
Queen Karomana!
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