ENGLAND and Scotland and the land of France, Those girt with ocean, this with mountains blue, When you were born, as ancient gossips do, Stood round your cradle, royal disputants. France, Scotland, England, each made haste to advance Her claim, demanding you as her just due, The while you favored France, methinks, for you Were fain to choose her towns for crown to enhance Your fair head's beauty. To Jove's throne serene They take appeal -- and he to each allots This just decree, granting each one's demand: That you should be three months Fair England's Queen, Then for three following months be Queen of Scots, And then be Queen six months of the French land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE TEARES OF THE MUSES by EDMUND SPENSER ON NANUS COUNTED ON AN ANT by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES |