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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XIII
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And what strange sights have these threewindows seen,
 Mid bonnes and children, in the Tuileries!
 What flights of hero, Emperor and Queen,
 Since first I looked down from them, one of these!
 Here, with his Mornys and his Persignys,
 Louis Napoleon, the Prince President,
 Rode one December past us, on the breeze
 Of his new glory, bloodstained and intent.
 Later, I too my love`s diplomacies
 Played at Eugenia`s court,--blest Empress! Then
 How did men curse her with their Marseillaise,
 When the foe`s horse was watered in her Seine,
 And the flames, lit for her last festival,
 Licked out her palace and its glories all.
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