Madness

She thinks: I am—Have you not seen? Who are you then, Marie? I am a Queen, I am a Queen! To your knee, to your knee! And then she weeps: I was—a child— Who were you then, Marie? Know you that I was no man's child, Poor and in rags—said she. And then a Princess I became To whom men bend their knees; To princes things are not the same As those a beggar sees. And those things which have made you great Came to you, tell me, when? One night, one night, one night quite late, Things became different then. I walked the lane which presently With strung chords seemed to bend; Then Marie became Melody And danced from end to end. The people watched with startled mien And passed with frightened glance For all know that only a Queen May dance in the lanes: dance!...