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By the feared results of your wantonness。
〃But the thing is over； and no one knows；
And it's nought to the future what you disclose。
That you'll be loosed
For such an episode； don't suppose！
〃No： I'll not free you。 And if it appear
There was too good ground for your first fear
From your amorous tricks；
I'll father the child。 Yes； by God； my dear。
〃Even should you fly to his arms； I'll damn
Opinion； and fetch you； treat as sham
Your mutinous kicks；
And whip you home。 That's the sort I am！〃
She whitened。 〃Enough 。 。 。 Since you disapprove
I'll yield in silence； and never move
Till my last pulse ticks
A footstep from the domestic groove。〃
〃Then swear it；〃 he said； 〃and your king uncrown。〃
He drew her forth in her long white gown；
And she knelt and swore。
〃Good。 Now you may go and again lie down
〃Since you've played these pranks and given no sign；
You shall crave this man of yours； pine and pine
With sighings sore；
'Till I've starved your love for him； nailed you mine。
〃I'm a practical man； and want no tears；
You've made a fool of me； it appears；
That you don't again
Is a lesson I'll teach you in future years。〃
She answered not； but lay listlessly
With her dark dry eyes on the coppery sea；
That now and then
Flung its lazy flounce at the neighbouring quay。
1910。
A KING'S SOLILOQUY
ON THE NIGHT OF HIS FUNERAL
From the slow march and muffled drum
And crowds distrest；
And book and bell； at length I have come
To my full rest。
A ten years' rule beneath the sun
Is wound up here；
And what I have done； what left undone；
Figures out clear。
Yet in the estimate of such
It grieves me more
That I by some was loved so much
Than that I bore；
From others； judgment of that hue
Which over…hope
Breeds from a theoretic view
Of regal scope。
For kingly opportunities
Right many have sighed；
How best to bear its devilries
Those learn who have tried！
I have eaten the fat and drunk the sweet；
Lived the life out
From the first greeting glad drum…beat
To the last shout。
What pleasure earth affords to kings
I have enjoyed
Through its long vivid pulse…stirrings
Even till it cloyed。
What days of drudgery； nights of stress
Can cark a throne；
Even one maintained in peacefulness；
I too have known。
And so； I think； could I step back
To life again；
I should prefer the average track
Of average men；
Since； as with them； what kingship would
It cannot do；
Nor to first thoughts however good
Hold itself true。
Something binds hard the royal hand；
As all that be；
And it is That has shaped； has planned
My acts and me。
May 1910。
THE CORONATION
At Westminster； hid from the light of day；
Many who once had shone as monarchs lay。
Edward the Pious； and two Edwards more；
The second Richard； Henrys three or four；
That is to say； those who were called the Third；
Fifth； Seventh； and Eighth （the much self…widowered）；
And James the Scot； and near him Charles the Second；
And； too； the second George could there be reckoned。
Of women； Mary and Queen Elizabeth；
And Anne； all silent in a musing death；
And William's Mary； and Mary； Queen of Scots；
And consort…queens whose names oblivion blots；
And several more whose chronicle one sees
Adorning ancient royal pedigrees。
… Now； as they drowsed on； freed from Life's old thrall；
And heedless； save of things exceptional；
Said one： 〃What means this throbbing thudding sound
That reaches to us here from overground；
〃A sound of chisels； augers； planes； and saws；
Infringing all ecclesiastic laws？
〃And these tons…weight of timber on us pressed；
Unfelt here since we entered into rest？
〃Surely； at least to us； being corpses royal；
A meet repose is owing by the loyal？〃
〃Perhaps a scaffold！〃 Mary Stuart sighed；
〃If such still be。 It was that way I died。〃
〃Ods！ Far more like；〃 said he the many…wived；
〃That for a wedding 'tis this work's contrived。
〃Ha…ha！ I never would bow down to Rimmon；
But I had a rare time with those six women！〃
〃Not all at once？〃 gasped he who loved confession。
〃Nay； nay！〃 said Hal。 〃That would have been transgression。〃
〃They build a catafalque here； black and tall；
Perhaps；〃 mused Richard； 〃for some funeral？〃
And Anne chimed in： 〃Ah； yes： it maybe so！〃
〃Nay！〃 squeaked Eliza。 〃Little you seem to know …
〃Clearly 'tis for some crowning here in state；
As they crowned us at our long bygone date；
〃Though we'd no such a power of carpentry；
But let the ancient architecture be；
〃If I were up there where the parsons sit；
In one of my gold robes； I'd see to it！〃
〃But you are not；〃 Charles chuckled。 〃You are here；
And never will know the sun again； my dear！〃
〃Yea；〃 whispered those whom no one had addressed；
〃With slow； sad march； amid a folk distressed；
We were brought here； to take our dusty rest。
〃And here； alas； in darkness laid below；
We'll wait and listen； and endure the show 。 。 。
Clamour dogs kingship； afterwards not so！〃
1911。
AQUAE SULIS
The chimes called midnight； just at interlune；
And the daytime talk of the Roman investigations
Was checked by silence； save for the husky tune
The bubbling waters played near the excavations。
And a warm air came up from underground；
And a flutter； as of a filmy shape unsepulchred；
That collected itself； and waited； and looked around：
Nothing was seen； but utterances could be heard：
Those of the goddess whose shrine was beneath the pile
Of the God with the baldachined altar overhead：
〃And what did you get by raising this nave and aisle
Close on the site of the temple I tenanted？
〃The notes of your organ have thrilled down out of view
To the earth…clogged wrecks of my edifice many a year；
Though stately and shining onceay； long ere you
Had set up crucifix and candle here。
〃Your priests have trampled the dust of mine without rueing；
Despising the joys of man whom I so much loved；
Though my springs boil on by your Gothic arcades and pewing；
And sculptures crude 。 。 。 Would Jove they could be removed！〃
〃Repress； O lady proud； your traditional ires；
You know not by what a frail thread we equally hang；
It is said we are images bothtwitched by people's desires；
And that I； like you； fail as a song men yesterday sang！〃
* * *
And the olden dark hid the cavities late laid bare；
And all was suspended and soundless as before；
Except for a gossamery noise fading off in the air；
And the boiling voice of the waters' medicinal pour。
BATH。
SEVENTY…FOUR AND TWENTY
Here goes a man of seventy…four；
Who sees not what life means for him；
And here another in years a score
Who reads its very figure and trim。
The one who shall walk to…day with me
Is not the youth who gazes far；
But the breezy wight who cannot see
What Earth's ingrained conditions are。
THE ELOPEMENT
〃A woman never agreed to it！〃 said my knowing friend to me。
〃That one thing she'd refuse to do for Solomon's mines in fee：
No woman ever will make herself look older than she is。〃
I did not answer； but I thought； 〃you err there； ancient