Ode On the Day of the Coronation of King Edward Vii

ter{Section 4But hath with royal-hearted chivalry In Shakespeare's conquests merged at last his And she, a queen, but fashioned king-like, she Before whose prows, before whose tempests, Spain on the ruining night precipitately ; And that worn face, in camps and councils bred, The guest who brought us law and liberty Raised well-nigh from the dead ; Yea, she herself, in whose immediate stead Thou standest, in the shadow of her soul; All these, O King, from their seclusion dread, And guarded palace of eternity, Mix in thy pageant with phantasmal tread, Hear the long waves of acclamation roll, And with yet mightier silence marshal thee To the awful throne thou hast inherited. chapter{Section 5High on the noon and summit of the year Thou art anointed king. Nature disdains not braveries : why should we The sombre foil to all her splendours be ? Let London rustle with rich apparelling, And all the ways, with festal faces lined, Casement and coign and fluttering balcony, Wave welcome on the wind. Now the loud land flames with imperial gear, And life itself, so late in hues austere And the cold reign of iron custom bound, Puts off its gray subjection, and is here One moment throned and crowned. Now the long glories prance and triumph by: And now the pomps have passed, and we depart Each to the peace or strife of his own heart: chapter{Section 6And now the day whose bosom was so high Sinks billowing dow...