"In the lone tent, waiting for victory,
She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain,
Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain:
The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky,
War's ruin, and the wreck of chivalry
To her proud soul no common fear can bring:
Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King,
Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy."
She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain,
Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain:
The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky,
War's ruin, and the wreck of chivalry
To her proud soul no common fear can bring:
Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King,
Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy."
- From Henrietta Maria by Oscar Wilde
Thanks, Gareth. Near my mother's house in southern Maryland is an old barony granted by Charles I, and still in the same family. Isn't that amazing!
ReplyDeleteThat really is wonderful. What an amazing story that family has and it's so nice to hear that it's stayed with the family, for so long! Technically, through two revolutions (1649 and 1776) - not to mention everything else.
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