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 | The Poetical Works of (Richard Monckton Milnes) Lord Houghton |  |
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ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS BORGHESE,
AT ROME, NOVEMBER, 1840.
Once, and but once again I dare to raiseA voice which thou in spirit still may'st hear,
Now that thy bridal bed becomes a bier,
Now that thou canst not blush at thine own praise!
The ways of God are not as our best ways,
And thus we ask, with a convulsive tear,
Why is this northern blossom low and sere?
Why has it blest the south but these few days?
Another Basilic, decked otherwise
Than that which hailed thee as a princely bride,
Receives thee and three little ones beside;
While the young lord of that late glorious home
Stands 'mid these ruins and these agonies,
Like some lone column of his native Rome!
| The Poetical Works of (Richard Monckton Milnes) Lord Houghton | |