19.8.10

Poem

The following Latin verse is attributed to Barclaius, author of “Argenis” on MARGUERITE DE VALOIS, QUEEN OF NAVARRE.


Dear native land, and you, proud castles, say
Where grandsire, father, and three brothers lay,
Who each, in turn, the crown imperial wore,
Me will you own, your daughter whom you bore?
Me, once your greatest boast and chiefest pride,
By Bourbon and Lorraine, when sought a bride;
Now widowed wife, a queen without a throne,
Midst rocks and mountains wander I alone.
Nor yet hath Fortune vented all her spite,
But sets one up, who now enjoys my right,
Points to the boy, who henceforth claims the throne
And crown, a son of mine should call his own.
But ah, alas! for me ‘tis now too late
To strive ‘gainst Fortune and contend with Fate;
Of those I slighted, can I beg relief
No, let me die the victim of my grief.
And can I then be justly said to live?
Dead in estate, do I then yet survive?
Last of the name, I carry to the grave
All the remains the House of Valois have.

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