Here you will find the Long Poem The Chapel Royal St. Jamess, On The 10th February, 1840 of poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
I. ONCE more the people meet, With glad expectant faces: once again The fair young monarch and her lovely train, With slow and gentle feet, Move in a solemn ceremony on; And jewels glitter in the morning sun! II. Not long, oh! Time, not long It seems, since crown'd as Britain's welcome Queen, The like fair sight in fair array was seen; And the hush'd listening throng, Watching those steps thro' Westminster's proud aisle, Wept with full hearts, tho' joyous all the while. III. And they come forth anew, In bridal white, that gentle virgin band, The chosen flowers of Britain's happy land; For holy love and true Hath wrought an hour of hope without alloy-- A fairy sight of splendour and of joy. IV. There,--with her locks of light, Gleaming like gold around her noble head,-- The orphan'd ELEANOR, with stately tread, Went by, a vision bright; Bidding sweet thoughts of love and triumph start Into a father's nd a sister's heart. V. There,--in her beauty, pass'd Young FRANCES COWPER; her transparent cheek Blushing the greetings which she might not spea, As on the crowd she cast The shy soft glances of those dark-blue eyes, In whose untom'd depth such sweetness lies! VI. There, with her spotless name, The gentle HOWARD, good, and fair, and mild, And bright-eyed BOUVERIE, noble Radnor's child, And rose-bud VILLIERS came; And, with her sweet frank smile, young IDA HAY, Looking all gladness, like a morn in May. VII. There, brilliant LENNOX moved; The Paget beauty shining from her brow, And the dark, deer-like eyes that glanced below: While, gentle and beloved, Amid the glories of that courtly throng, DELAWARE'S youthful daughter pass'd along. VIII. There, (theme for poet's praise!) With swanlike throat, and clear majestic eye, VERULAM's stately MARY glided by, And, with her quiet gaze Fixed smiling on the scene which she survey'd, The soldier ANGLESEA'S bright ADELAIDE. IX. And she, whose orbs of blue, Like mountain lakes beheld by moonlight, gleam With all the shadowy softness of a dream Such as Endymion knew: Whose glossy locks with rich luxuriance twine Around her brow: the Lady WILHELMINE. X. Young were they all--and fair,-- But thou, VICTORIA, held'st thy fitting place, As amongst garden-flowers the lily's grace, Blooms with a royal air; And from that lovely various group, apart, Dids't stand, and gently look the Queen thou art. XI. The smile thy young lip wore, Spoke joy to Him, who, from his distant home, Hath sped in wintry time o'er ocean's foam-- To seek our island shore, With his frank heart, and brow so fair and true, Claiming thy love-and England's welcome too. XII. Oh! may that welcome prove The herald of deep gladness;--since in thee Old England's brightest hopes renew'd we see, All-hallow'd be thy love; And still with proud content the day allied, When Princely ALBERT claim'd his Royal Bride! XIII. May He, whose gifted hand, Hath twined sweet wreaths of Poetry and Song; Live happy among English heart so long That, native to the land, He shall forget that e'er his harp was strung To any accents but our mother-tongue: XIV. And Thou,--Oh! may the Crown Which in youth's freshest, earliest moment, graced The brow, whose childhood's roses it replaced, Ne'er weigh thy spirit down; Nor tearful hours, nor careful thoughts, beguile One ray of gladness from thy gracious smile: XV. But brightly to the last, Fair Fortune shine, with calm and steady ray, Upon the tenor of thy happy way; A future like the past: And every prayer by loyal subjects said, Bring down a separate blessing on thy head!