LIKE royal galleys be my verse here written That trail their golden trappings thro' the deep, Where under a silken dais with lilies litten Upon an ivory bed the Queen doth sleep. And set proud words like gonfalons appearing Triumphant from their cordage as they go; May lutes and cymbals make melodious hearing With Love's own viols on their decks below; May it be all ashine, with loud rhymes blended Like salvos from the bulwarks; may it drift With tumult of immortal airs attended; May every mast green laurel-leaves uplift; For through Time's spaces and its deeps uncharted It bears thy dear name on, O royal-hearted! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NEW YEAR'S EVE by MATHILDE BLIND THE SYCOPHANTIC FOX AND THE GULLIBLE RAVEN by GUY WETMORE CARRYL MADRIGAL ON THE BIRTHDAY OF QUEEN VICTORIA by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A WOMAN DRIVING by THOMAS HARDY ON A REMEMBERED PICTURE OF CHRIST; AN ECCE HOMO, BY LEONARDO DA VINCI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |