Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CORONATION OF INEZ DE CASTRO, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There was music on the midnight Last Line: Mightier thou wast and art. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Castro, Ines De (1320-1355); Murder; Peter I, King Of Castile (1334-1369) | ||||||||
THERE was music on the midnight: From a royal fane it rolled, And a mighty bell, each pause between, Sternly and slowly tolled. Strange was their mingling in the sky, It hushed the listener's breath; For the music spoke of triumph high, The lonely bell, of death. There was hurrying through the midnight A sound of many feet; But they fell with a muffled fearfulness Along the shadowy street: And softer, fainter, grew their tread, As it neared the minster gate, Whence a broad and solemn light was shed From a scene of royal state. Full glowed the strong red radiance In the centre of the nave, Where the folds of a purple canopy Swept down in many a wave; Loading the marble pavement old With a weight of gorgeous gloom, For something lay 'midst their fretted gold, Like a shadow of the tomb. And within that rich pavilion, High on a glittering throne, A woman's form sat silently 'Midst the glare of light alone. Her jewelled robes fell strangely still, The drapery on her breast Seemed with no pulse beneath to thrill So stonelike was its rest! But a peal of lordly music Shook e'en the dust below, When the burning gold of the diadem Was set on her pallid brow! Then died away that haughty sound, And from the encircling band Stepped prince and chief, 'midst the hush profound, With homage to her hand. Why passed a faint, cold shuddering Over each martial frame, As one by one, to touch that hand, Noble and leader came? Was not the settled aspect fair? Did not a queenly grace, Under the parted ebon hair, Sit on the pale still face? Death! death! canst thou be lovely Unto the eye of life? Is not each pulse of the quick high breast With thy cold mien at strife? -- It was a strange and fearful sight, The crown upon that head, The glorious robes, and the blaze of light, All gathered round the Dead! And beside her stood in silence One with a brow as pale, And white lips rigidly compressed, Lest the strong heart should fail: King Pedro, with a jealous eye, Watching the homage done, By the land's flower and chivalry, To her, his martyred one. But on the face he looked not, Which once his star had been; To every form his glance was turned, Save of the breathless queen; Though something, won from the grave's embrace, Of her beauty still was there, Its hues were all of that shadowy place, It was not for him to bear. Alas! the crown, the sceptre, The treasures of the earth, And the priceless love that poured those gifts, Alike of wasted worth! The rites are closed -- bear back the dead Unto the chamber deep! Lay down again the royal head, Dust with the dust to sleep! There is music on the midnight -- A requiem sad and slow, As the mourners through the sounding aisle In dark procession go; And the ring of state, and the starry crown, And all the rich array, Are borne to the house of silence down, With her, that queen of clay! And tearlessly and firmly King Pedro led the train; But his face was wrapt in his folding robe, When they lowered the dust again. 'Tis hushed at last the tomb above, Hymns die, and steps depart: Who called thee strong as Death, O Love? Mightier thou wast and art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ON A FLOWER FROM THE FIELD OF GRUTLI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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