MADAME. 'Mongst those long rowes of crownes that guild your race, These Royall sages sue for decent place. The day-break of the nations; their first ray; When the Dark WORLD dawn'd into Christian DAY And smil'd i'th' BABE'S bright face, the purpling Bud And Rosy dawn of the right Royall blood; Fair first-fruits of the LAMB. Sure KINGS in this, They took a kingdom while they gave a kisse. But the world's Homage, scarse in These well blown, We read in you (Rare Queen) ripe and full-grown. For from this day's rich seed of Diadems Does rise a radiant croppe of Royalle stemms, A Golden harvest of crown'd heads, that meet And crowd for kisses from the LAMB'S white feet. In this Illustrious throng, your lofty floud Swells high, fair Confluence of all highborn Bloud! With your bright head whole groves of scepters bend Their wealthy tops; and for these feet contend. So swore the LAMB'S dread sire. And so we see't. Crownes, and the HEADS they kisse, must court these FEET. Fix here, fair Majesty! May your Heart ne're misse To reap new CROWNES and KINGDOMS from that kisse. Nor may we misse the joy to meet in you The aged honors of this day still new. May the great time, in you, still greater be While all the YEAR is your EPIPHANY, While your each day's devotion duly brings Three KINGDOMES to supply this day's three KINGS. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS CANADA by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS A DISAPPOINTMENT by JOANNA BAILLIE |