Succession
Parades in progress, coaches appear, and
Black-plumed horses dance,
They raise their heads and velvet blankets
Toggle as they prance!
The queen appears, the king is dead,
The servants gather ‘round,
Coronation appurtenances all arranged,
How deftly they confound!
The scepter raised, the ring is donned,
Quiet falls like dew,
Amidst the crowds colors blush
In very muted hues.
Born to this occasion,
He stands with glittering crown,
His subjects and the common court
Are gently kneeling down!
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