Various, The Galaxy, April, 1877
“ As, a queen of love and beauty, I lie in thine embrace, Melting—melting—melting, as a woman only can When she's a willing captive in the conquering arms of man, As he towers a god above her, and to yield is not defeat, For love can own no victor if love with love shall meet? I still have regal splendor, I still have queenly power, And—more than all—unfaded is woman's glorious dower. ”
