Dramatic Romances

of them spoke, instead
Of glancing sideways with still head!

V

But no: they let me laugh, and sing

My birthday song quite through, adjust
The last rose in my garland, fling

A last look on the mirror, trust
My arms to each an arm of theirs,
And so descend the castle-stairs-- 30

VI

And come out on the morning-troop

Of merry friends who kissed my cheek,
And called me queen, and made me stoop

Under the canopy--a streak
That pierced it, of the outside sun,
Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun--

VII

And they could let me take my state

And foolish throne amid applause
Of all come there to celebrate

My queen's-day--Oh I think the cause 40 Of much was, they forgot no crowd
Makes up for parents in their shroud!

VIII

However that be, all eyes were bent

Upon me, when my cousins cast