IF spangled fields should lose their every flower, And woods their leaves; If heaven should lose the stars that are its dower, The sea its waves, A palace proud, the glory of its king, Its pearl, a ring, These would be like to France, that now has lost Your beauty bright, Her flower, her precious pearl, her glory and boast, Her star, her light. . . . Scotland, I would that thou like Delos free Couldst wander far Nor e'er behold thy bright Queen from the sea Rise like a star; Till wearied with pursuit, she seek again Her own Touraine. Then should my lips o'erflow with songs, my tongue Thrill with her praise, Till like the swan my sweetest notes were sung To end my days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BRINK by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26. FIRST LOVE by THOMAS CAMPION TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 49. WILLOWWOOD (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LILIES OF WHITE by UNNUR BENEDIKTDOTTIR |