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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Adieux à Marie Stuart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">QUEEN, for whose house my fathers fought,<br>With hopes that rose and fell,<br>Red star of boyhood’s fiery thought,<br>Farewell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave their lives, and I, my queen,<br>Have given you of my life,<br>Seeing your brave star burn high between<br>Men’s strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strife that lightened round their spears<br>Long since fell still: so long<br>Hardly may hope to last in years<br>My song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still through strife of time and thought<br>Your light on me too fell:<br>Queen, in whose name we sang or fought,<br>Farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There beats no heart on either border<br>Wherethrough the north blasts blow<br>But keeps your memory as a warder<br>His beacon-fire aglow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long since it fired with love and wonder<br>Mine, for whose April age<br>Blithe midsummer made banquet under<br>The shade of Hermitage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft sang the burn’s blithe notes, that gather<br>Strength to ring true:<br>And air and trees and sun and heather<br>Remembered you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old border ghosts of fight or fairy<br>Or love or teen,<br>These they forgot, remembering Mary<br>The Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen once of Scots and ever of ours<br>Whose sires brought forth for you<br>Their lives to strew your way like flowers,<br>Adieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead is full many a dead man’s name<br>Who died for you this long<br>Time past: shall this too fare the same,<br>My song?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But surely, though it die or live,<br>Your face was worth<br>All that a man may think to give<br>On earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No darkness cast of years between<br>Can darken you:<br>Man’s love will never bid my queen<br>Adieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love hangs like light about your name<br>As music round the shell:<br>No heart can take of you a tame<br>Farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, when your very face was seen,<br>Ill gifts were yours for giving:<br>Love gat strange guerdons of my queen<br>When living.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O diamond heart unflawed and clear,<br>The whole world’s crowning jewel!<br>Was ever heart so deadly dear<br>So cruel?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet none for you of all that bled<br>Grudged once one drop that fell:<br>Not one to life reluctant said<br>Farewell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange love they have given you, love disloyal,<br>Who mock with praise your name,<br>To leave a head so rare and royal<br>Too low for praise or blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You could not love nor hate, they tell us,<br>You had nor sense nor sting:<br>In God’s name, then, what plague befell us<br>To fight for such a thing?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Some faults the gods will give’ to fetter<br>Man’s highest intent:<br>But surely you were something better<br>Than innocent !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No maid that strays with steps unwary<br>Through snares unseen,<br>But one to live and die for; Mary,<br>The Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive them all their praise, who blot<br>Your fame with praise of you:<br>Then love may say, and falter not<br>Adieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet some you hardly would forgive<br>Who did you much less wrong<br>Once: but resentment should not live<br>Too long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They never saw your lip’s bright bow,<br>Your swordbright eyes,<br>The bluest of heavenly things below<br>The skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clear eyes that love’s self finds most like<br>A swordblade’s blue,<br>A swordblade’s ever keen to strike,<br>Adieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though all things breathe or sound of fight<br>That yet make up your spell,<br>To bid you were to bid the light<br>Farewell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell the song says only, being<br>A star whose race is run:<br>Farewell the soul says never, seeing<br>The sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, wellnigh as with flash of tears,<br>The song must say but so<br>That took your praise up twenty years<br>Ago,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More bright than stars or moons that vary,<br>Sun kindling heaven and hell,<br>Here, after all these years, Queen Mary,<br>Farewell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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QUEEN, for whose house my fathers fought,
With hopes that rose and fell,
Red star of boyhood’s fiery thought,
Farewell

They gave their lives, and I, my queen,
Have given you of my life,
Seeing your brave star burn high between
Men’s strif..."></div>
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