I.
Amidst the fleeting many unforgot,
Leonina! whether thou wert seen
Singling, upon the Isis' margent green,
From meaner flowers the frail forget-me-not,
Or, as the picture of a saintly queen,
Sitting, uplifting, betwixt fingers small,
A sceptre of the water-iris tall,
With pendent lily crowned of golden sheen;
So, or in gay and gorgeous gallery,
Where, amid splendours, like to those that far
Flame backward from the sun's invisible car,
Thou lookedst forth, as there the evening star;
Oh, Leonina! fair wert thou to see,
And unforgotten shall thine image be.