DAUGHTER of her whose face, and lofty name Prenuptial, of old States and Cities speak, Where lands of wine look north to peak on peak Of the overwatching Alps: through her, you claim Kinship with vanished Power, unvanished Fame; And midst a world grown colourless and bleak I see the blood of Doges in your cheek, And in your hair the Titian tints of flame. Daughter of England too, you first drew breath Where our coy Springs to our coy Summers yield; And you descend from one whose lance and shield Were with the grandsire of Elizabeth, When the Plantagenet saw the avenger Death Toward him spurring over Bosworth field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS THE LIP AND THE HEART by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 12 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MIDNIGHT FIRES by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |