(LANDING AT THE MOUTH OF THE DERWENT, WORKINGTON) DEAR to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore; And to the throng, that on the Cumbrian shore Her landing hailed, how touchingly she bowed! And like a Star (that, from a heavy cloud Of pine-tree foliage poised in air, forth darts, When a soft summer gale at evening parts The gloom that did its loveliness enshroud) She smiled; but Time, the old Saturnian seer, Sighed on the wing as her foot pressed the strand, With step prelusive to a long array Of woes and degradations hand in hand -- Weeping captivity, and shuddering fear Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE COWBOY'S DANCE SONG by JAMES BARTON ADAMS MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BLUEBELLS OF NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WILDERNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 2D SERIES. DEDICATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |