Shining like softened silver
She silently examines her rule
Collecting gossip never shared
With wise men nor with fools.
Swirling softly, cloudy skirts
Obscure her beaming face
Dimming but never extinguishing
Her luminous beauty and grace.
Ah! Those shining stars lucky enough
To peek through the fabric of those skirts,
Though diminished by the Queen’s fullness-
At least they had their brief flirt.
But nothing of nightly flings
Will she ever be tempted to speak
If all the stars of heaven
Lay their bright jewels at her royal feet.
