Andrew Marvell - To Christina, Queen of Sweden lyrics

Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone, The northern pole supports thy shining throne. Behold what furrows age and steel can plough; The helmet's weight oppressed this wrinkled brow. Through fate's untrodden paths I move; my hands Still act my free-born people's bold commands; Yet this stern shade, to you submits his frowns, Nor are these looks always severe to crowns.