Dear royal France! I fix the happy year At forty-seven, because that Christmas-tide There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier, Fresh from his nuptials with his Spanish bride; And because I, unwilling, shared their pride, As youngest of the English children there, By offering flowers to the fair glorified Daughter of Bourbon standing on the stair— A point in history. When we came at last To this gay Paris I was doomed to love, There were already rumours of the blast That swept the Orleans songsters from their grove In flight to London, after Polignac And the true king, at their King Bourgeois' back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CINQUAIN: NOVEMBER NIGHT by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 1. THE MANDARIN SPEAKS by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |