teatimeatwinterpalace: Poem written by Mary Stuart on the death of her husband King Francis II
teatimeatwinterpalace: Poem written by Mary Stuart on the death of her husband King Francis II ⚜ In my sad, quiet song,A melancholy air,I shall look deep and longAt loss beyond compare,And with bitter tears, I’ll pass my best years. Have the harsh fates ere nowLet such a grief be felt, Has a more cruel blowBeen by dame Fortune dealtThan, O my heart and eyes!I see where his bier lies? In my springtime’s gladnessAnd flower of my young heart,I feel the deepest sadnessOf the most grievous hurt.Nothing now my heart can fireBut regret and desire He who was my dearest Already is my plightThe day that shone the clearestFor me is darkest nightThere’s nothing now so fineThat I need make it mine. Deep in my eyes and heartA portrait has its placeWhich shows the world my hurtIn the pallor of my face.Pale as when violets fadeTrue love’s becoming shade Bittersweet within My Heart by Robin Bell. -- source link
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