Crowns and imperial purple, thrones of gold,
Onyx and sard and blazing diadems,
Lazuli and hyacinth and powerful gems
Undreamt of even in Babylon of old
May for a price be given, bought and sold,
Bartered for silver as was Bethlehem’s —
And yet a Splendour lives that price contemns
Since Five loud Tongues a deeper worth have told.
Braver is she than ruby, far more wise
Even than burning sapphire, than emerald
Anchored more strongly to impalpable skies —
Upon a diamond pinnacle enwalled
The banners blaze, and
Victor she is called,
Youthful, with laughter in her twilit eyes.