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...DAUGHTERS OF JEPHTHA by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN THE CHANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |