The Queene To The King Poem by Francis Kynaston

The Queene To The King



You goe (deare Love to Britaines utmost bound,
The cause of your long way is to be crown'd,
Among cold hils a summer there you'll spend,
And I without you here the same must end:
One peoples Empire thus will sunder them
Whose parting's more then the worlds Diadem.

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