Amy Lowell

(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Francis Ii, King Of Naples - Poem by Amy Lowell

Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy"


Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain,
Decaying victim of a race of kings,
Swift Destiny shook out her purple wings
And caught him in their shadow; not again
Could furtive plotting smear another stain
Across his tarnished honour. Smoulderings
Of sacrificial fires burst their rings
And blotted out in smoke his lost domain.
Bereft of courtiers, only with his queen,
From empty palace down to empty quay.
No challenge screamed from hostile carabine.
A single vessel waited, shadowy;
All night she ploughed her solitary way
Beneath the stars, and through a tranquil sea.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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