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Oh, had I lived in England then, Most tender and most tragic Queen, I would have walked the London streets And waited there till I had seen You pass, in all the pageantry Of Henry's court. When he put by Your love for lighter laughter, I Would have sought out your fallen throne, The castle where you grieved alone. There I had brought you flowers sweet From hillsides warm, and at your feet I'd crouch, that I might look into Your eyes, grown gray and dark with tears Shed for an alien land and King Through long and wearying years. Oh, then, if you had noticed A child amidst your company, I would have begged your leave to stay There by your side, that I might say, In after years, these eyes had seen A crownless, but unconquered Queen. |