Poem by Charles Tennyson Turner

Mary Queen of Scots

When the young hand of Darnley locked in hers
Had knit her to her northern doom--amid
The spousal pomp of flags and trumpeters,
Her fate looked forth and was no longer hid;
A jealous brain beneath a southern crown
Wrought spells upon her; from afar she felt
The waxen image of her fortunes melt
Beneath the Tudor's eye, while the grim frown
Of her own lords o'ermastered her sweet smiles,
And nipped her growing gladness, till she mourned,
And sank, at last, beneath their cruel wiles;
But, ever since, all generous hearts have burned
To clear her fame, yes, very babes have yearned
Over this saddest story of the isles. 

1. On the Eclipse of the Moon of October 1865
2. The Sonneteer to the Sea-Shell
3. Silkworms and Spiders
4. The Planet and the Tree
5. Missing the Meteors

William Wordsworth Mary Queen of Scots ("DEAR to the Loves and to the Graces vowed")

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