Light and lithe comes
lissome son, to cast
a pall on Eve's beset
and coronation's choir
some are calls to oak's
demise, others hail hallowed
trees, while She again
the Quested Queen
wanton, won and wond'rous.
Enthralled, enthroned,
Crown-on-us brands his kiss
over twin-fell'd foe, queen-claiming
culling, grove to grave
