Ode On The Death Of Her Husband, King Francis II In my sad, quiet song, A melancholy air, I shall look deep and long At loss beyond compare, And with bitter tears, I'll pass my best years. Have the harsh fates ere now Let such a grief be felt, Has a more cruel blow Been by Dame Fortune dealt Than, O my heart and eyes! I see where his bier lies? In my springtime's gladness And flower of my young heart, I feel the deepest sadness Of the most grievous hurt. Nothing now my heart can fire But regret and desire. He who was my dearest Already is my plight The day that shone the clearest For me is darkest night There's nothing now so fine That I need make it mine. Deep in my eyes and heart A portrait has its place Which shows the world my hurt In the pallor of my face. Pale as when violets fade True love's becoming shade. In my unwonted pain I can no more be still, Rising time and again To drive away my ill. All things good and bad Have lost the taste they had. And thus I always stay Whether in wood or meadow, Whether at dawn of day Or at the evening shadow. My heart feels ceaselessly Grief for his loss to me. Sometimes in such a place His image comes to me. The sweet smile on his face Up in a cloud I see. Then sudden in the mere I see his funeral bier. When I lie quietly Sleeping upon my couch, I hear him speak to me And I can feel his touch. In my duties each day He is near me alway. Nothing seems fine to me Unless he is therein. My heart will not agree Unless he is within. I lack all perfection In my cruel dejection I shall cease my song now, My sad lament shall end. Whose burden aye shall show True love can not pretend And, though we are apart, Grows no less in my heart. by Mary Stuart @reignfacts this poem was written after his husband's death. #francisvalois #marystuart #Reign #tobyregbo #adelaidekane #frary #fraryloveiseternal #tobelaide #ivebeenwaitingforyou