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...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VILLANELLE OF CHANGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |