The best account of Cynthia Anne Parker and her famous
That queenly daughter of imperial sires!
The blood of elders like the blood of sheep
Was dashed across the circus! Once while din
And dust and lightnings, and a draggled heap
Of beast-slain men made lords with laughter leap,
Night fell, with rain. The Earth so sick of sin
Had turned her face into the dark to weep.
Because a steadfast flame of clear intent