Look at me with thy large brown eyes, br Philip, my king! br Round whom the enshadowing purple lies br Of babyhood's royal dignities. br Lay on my neck thy tiny hand br With love's invisible scepter laden; br I am thine Esther to command br Till thou shalt find a queen-handmaiden, br Philip, my king. br br O the day when thou goest a-wooing, br Philip, my king! br When those beautiful lips are suing, br And some gentle heart's bars undoing, br Thou dost enter, love-crowned, and there br Sittest love-glorified. Rule kindly, br Tenderly, over thy kingdom fair, br For we that love, ah! we love so blindly, br Philip, my king. br br Up from thy sweet mouth, - up to thy brow, br Philip, my king! br The spirit that there lies sleeping now br May rise like a giant and make men bow br As to one heaven-chosen among his peers. br My Saul, than thy brethren taller and fairer, br Let me behold thee in future years! - br Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, br Philip, my king. br br - A wreath not of gold, but palm. One day, br Philip, my king! br Thou too must tread, as we trod, a way br Thorny and cruel and cold and gray: br Rebels within thee, and foes without, br Will snatch at thy crown.