She Has The Eyes Of Some Barbarian Queen Leading Her Wild Tribes Into Battle; Eyes, Wherein Th' Unconquerable Soul Defies, And Love Sits Throned, Imperious And Serene. And I Have Thought That Liberty, Alone Among The Mountain Stars, Might Look Like Her, Kneeling To God, Her Only Emperor, Kindling Her Torch On Freedom'S Altar-Stone. For In Her Self, Regal With Riches Of Beauty And Youth, Again Those Queens Seem Born - Boadicea, Meeting Scorn With Scorn, And Ermengarde, Returning Love For Love.