Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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I am a King,
Or an Emperor rather,
I wear crown-imperial
And prince's-feather;
Golden-rod is the sceptre
I wield and wag,
And a broad purple flag-flower
Waves for my flag.
Elder the pithy
With old-man and sage,
These are my councillors
Green in old age;
Lord-and-ladies in silence
Stand round me and wait,
While gay ragged-robin
Makes bows at my gate. 

1. Three Little Children
2. A Testimony
3. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
4. Maiden May
5. The One Certainty

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