And what strange sights have these threewindows seen, Mid @3bonnes@1 and children, in the Tuileries! What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen, Since first I looked down from them, one of these! Here, with his Mornys and his Persignys, Louis Napoleon, the Prince President, Rode one December past us, on the breeze Of his new glory, bloodstained and intent. Later, I too my love's diplomacies Played at Eugenia's court,—blest Empress! Then How did men curse her with their Marseillaise, When the foe's horse was watered in her Seine, And the flames, lit for her last festival, Licked out her palace and its glories all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: PASTORAL 3. THE HAPPY COUNTRYMAN by NICHOLAS BRETON SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN |