During the coronation procession as Anne sees the people’s gloomy faces
What shall this day bring to me, June?
A brilliance with every summer hue:
The cloud-white dream of happiness,
Shot with the primrose sunshine through…
Or shall my coronation bring me pain,
People do not want me, their stillness say it,
The day will see me crowned despite them,
Yet, making ancient rhyme of lovers sore,
As if my joy is dead, my sadness lingers yet.
Oh, Henry! They love you, their dear prince,
Will you work to make them favor me too?
Some say your love is like a flight of doves –
With wanton wings, with promises and ways,
But flashing white against the sky only to die.
You may love, and sigh, and soon forget?!
I do not believe! You are my Hal forever!
A thousand roses will blossom red for us,
And a thousand hearts will be gay, I pray,
For the summer of love lingers just ahead,
And our boy is on his way to a Golden age,
Fate will have him born in autumn for us.
The moon and the stars will weave new spells
Of love – for my Hal, for me, and for our boy,
The music of marriage bells will sound to us.
Oh, sadness – stay behind and die in May!
The sun has shone upon all of me and fed
My heart and soul’s rhythms with light,
Raised me from dust to a rose, big and red,
Now I’m Henry’s queen, my life is bright!
A white star-flower of joy I will encounter
As sweet darkness envelops the earth
This night – no, not my wedding night,
But the first night of me being a queen.
In the dark, my Hal is still my sun of life,
He will guard my body and sleep tonight,
Holding all the starts in the sky true to us,
Reassuring me that we will defeat any foe.
In the morning, as I will open my eyes again,
From heaven, Hal’s sun will stoop to breathe
A flower of our love into the air in our room.
Surely, my life is now not beneath my Hal’s,
For I became his true queen in Westminster,
Beloved forever and feeling his kindness,
His care for our son growing inside me.
All make me believe it will last forever.
So, from the ashes of my odd sadness,
That lingers in my bosom like a dirge,
Will beauty and hopes grow in my life.
“Two poems were written by Olivia Longueville
All images are in the public domain.
Text © 2019 Olivia Longueville