See they come, post haste from Thanet,
Lovely couple, side by side;
They've left behind them Richard Kennet
With the Parents of the Bride!
Canterbury they have passed through;
Next succeeded Stamford-bridge;
Chilham village they came fast through;
Now they've mounted yonder ridge.
Down the hill they're swift proceeding,
Now they skirt the Park around;
Lo! The Cattle sweetly feeding
Scamper, startled at the sound!
Run, my Brothers, to the Pier gate!
Throw it open, very wide!
Let it not be said that we're late
In welcoming my Uncle's Bride!
To the house the chaise advances;
Now it stops--They're here, they're here!
How d'ye do, my Uncle Francis?
How does do your Lady dear?
A humorous account of the travel of uncle Francis and his bride after the marriage towards his home and haste of the household for welcoming the newly weds.
Thrilling expression. Beautiful poem.
The poet could tell a story. A wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
What you would expect from a great wordsmith. A crime against humanity she died so young.