Prince Charlie—A Charade
Emily
Dyson
Dyson, Emily
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Fukushima
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Included in The Brown Owl section of Atalanta. The answer to the charade (farewell), submitted in the form of a reader’s poem, is published in the following issue (p. 734). (AC)
Atalanta
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He sailed for bonnie Scotland’s shore
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Prince Charlie
.—
A Charade
.
He sailed for bonnie Scotland’s shore
In sunny summer weather,
Ne’er fairer Prince the tartan wore
Among the hills and heather !
The King should have his own, he swore,
And friends and fortune beckon’d ;
And while my first opprest the board,
The ruddy wine was freely poured
In wishing him my second.
And though he turned a lingering glance
Across the waters blue,
To see the cliffs of kindly France
Fast fading from his view,
How gaily from his lips it broke
The dreariest word man ever spoke !
They hide his flight from Scotland’s shore,
The mist and rain together,
Whose foot shall never wander more
Among the hills and heather ;
For now the fight and all is o’er,
And friends and fortune scattered,
The King shall never have his own,
Prince Charlie is bereft, alone,
With hopes for ever shattered.
And when the fog with friendly hand
Had blotted out the main,
One wish he uttered for the land
He ne’er might see again,
How sadly on his lips it hung,
The dearest word in mortal tongue !
Emily Dyson
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