IN exile, widowed, childless, desolate, Thou sittest in the majesty of woe; And nations gaze, with shuddering murmurs ow, Upon the direful trilogy of Fate. Hushed are the warring interests of state Beneath the pall of Sorrow. Foes forego Their wonted discord, and with footsteps slow And meekened foreheads, move compassionate. All exiles weave their miseries with thine; All widows turn with sympathy to thee; All mothers desolate and childless made, Mingle their moan with this thine agony: And yet, to thee the royal lot is laid -- Threefold the cross that measures love divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNFORGIVEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |