Nature and man should join with one accord To celebrate this purer second birth Of royalty - blue skies and Attic mirth, And boughs of myrtle round the guardian sword; A double strength of purple on the hills, And a wine-fount in mid-Athens! that each mouth May quaff the young king's health, and slake the drouth Of that long-drawn Bavarian term of ills; And you, Ionian Isles! when Adria's wave Comes foaming in before the Danish prows, Remember England, ruling but to save, And how she listen'd to your earnest vows; Remember England in that night's carouse, For what her mighty hand, unfolding, gave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |