ENGLAND and Scotland and the land of France, Those girt with ocean, this with mountains blue, When you were born, as ancient gossips do, Stood round your cradle, royal disputants. France, Scotland, England, each made haste to advance Her claim, demanding you as her just due, The while you favored France, methinks, for you Were fain to choose her towns for crown to enhance Your fair head's beauty. To Jove's throne serene They take appeal -- and he to each allots This just decree, granting each one's demand: That you should be three months Fair England's Queen, Then for three following months be Queen of Scots, And then be Queen six months of the French land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES VITAI LAMPADA by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO REV. W. H. MILBURN by LEVI BISHOP |