Louise Imogen Guiney (Луиза Имоджен Гвини)

Saint Peter-ad-Vincula

Too well I know, pacing the place of awe,
Three queens, young save in trouble, moulder by;
More in his halo, Monmouth’s mocking eye,
The eagle Essex in a harpy’s claw;
Seymour and Dudley, and stout heads that saw
Sundown of Scotland: how with treasons lie
White martyrdoms; rank in a company
Breaker and builder of the eternal law.
Oft as I come, the bitter garden-row
Of ruined roses hanging from the stem,
Where winds of old defeat yet batter them,
Infects me: suddenly must I depart,
Ere thought of men’s injustice then, and now,
Add to these aisles one other broken heart.

1. Heathenesse
2. Writ in My Lord Clarendon’s “History of the Rebellion”
3. For Izaak Walton
4. Friendship Broken
5. Tryste Noel

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