Rustling Leaves

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Excerpt from Rustling Leaves: Selected Poems Le Roi Est Mort. A nation's soul had hung with bated breath Upon two fateful words: 'Twas Life or Death. The King is dead! Low lies that royal head, Death's seal is pressed on that cold marble brow, Free from all sorrow now. He is at rest: The King is dead! And she, whom he adored, is stricken low, Nor tears, nor loving words, avail him now. The King is dead! Swifter than morning light his soul hath Winged its flight beyond the stars. The King is dead! Earth's nations bow the head in mutest grief For this: The Royal dead who sleeps beneath yon pall. The King is dead! Life's pageantry is o'er, nor pomp, nor cavalcades disturb him more. The King is dead! Upon that stately bier reposeth now All that remains so dear, whom millions knew. The King is dead! O Angels, waft him home! O Lord of Life and Death, Thy will be done! The King is dead! And yet, he lives again, his son doth Him succeed! God bless his reign! To Australia. tella Australis! who with matchless grace Riseth like Aphrodite from the ocean's foam, With dawn resplendent in thy smiling face And tresses flung to the wild breezes of thy home. Brilliant the gems thy bosom fair adorning. Rich run thy veins with golden treasure down, Thy girdle formed of pearls fair as the morning, The starry Southern Cross thy peerless crown. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.