Here is:
The Book of Hours
by Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
If I am at rest sleeping on my couch
I hear him speak to me, I can feel his touch.
In my work as I receive, he is always near me.
For him also I poured out many tears
First when he made himself possessor of this body
Of which then he had not the heart.
After he gave me one other hard charge,
When he bled great quantities of blood,
Through which great sorrow
Brought further sadness to me.
That almost carried away my life, and the fear
Of losing the only strength that armed me.
My friends feigned their concern
Wishing instead to see me dead
And as if dying I was merely in a faint
They have cast lots of clothes.
only those with an indomitable spirit
Who hve no fear of danger
Should carry the fight in these hard-hearted times.
Response:
To Mary, Queen of Scots
Oh queen, thy majesty
Methinks thy life was robbed by many
Denied of a sleep from tormenting memories
Thou must have suffered so painfully.
To battle with thy own scars
To fight in furtive wars
He who abused thy queen,
Shall die in fire and vain.
The charge he thine inflicted
Ruined a life that could have flourished,
hath deprived thee a chance to be saved.
A cruel day, a cruel deed.
Friends feigning concern,
Oh, how sweet they had been!
Thy queen should have noticed thine wanton eyes,
Thine ruthless desire and lies.
It is sad to knoweth signs
Thy queen who was casted with danger
Lost the fight in her most hard-hearted times.
Inspired by Reign. ❤
