There sat a Lady + 

all on the ground, + 

Rays of the morning + 

circled her round, + 

Save thee, and hail to thee, + 

Gracious and Fair, + 

In the chill twilight + 

what wouldst thou there? + 

“Here I sit desolate,” + 

sweetly said she, + 

“Though I’m a queen, + 

and my name is Marie: + 

Robbers have rifled + 

my garden and store, + 

Foes they have stolen + 

my heir from my bower. + 

“They said they could keep Him + 

far better than I, + 

In a palace all His, + 

planted deep and raised high. + 

’Twas a palace of ice, + 

hard and cold as were they, + 

And when summer came, + 

it all melted away. + 

“Next would they barter Him, + 

Him the Supreme, + 

For the spice of the desert, + 

and gold of the stream; + 

And me they bid wander + 

in weeds and alone, + 

In this green merry land + 

which once was my own.” + 

I look’d on that Lady, + 

and out from her eyes + 

Came the deep glowing blue + 

of Italy’s skies; + 

And she raised up her head + 

and she smiled, as a Queen + 

On the day of her crowning, + 

so bland and serene. + 

“A moment,” she said, + 

“and the dead shall revive; + 

The giants are failing, + 

the Saints are alive; + 

I am coming to rescue + 

my home and my reign, + 

And Peter and Philip + 

are close in my train.” + 