Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79.
Mary Stuarts Farewell
By Pierre-Jean de Béranger (17801857)A
Thou ever wilt be dear to me.
Land which my happy childhood knew,
I feel I die, in quitting thee.
I leave thee, loving thee alone;
Ah! hear the exile’s parting voice,
And think of her when she is gone.
The breeze about the vessel plays,
We leave the coast,—I weep in vain,
For God the billows will not raise,
To cast me on thy shore again.
Adieu, beloved France, etc.
Before admiring throngs I wore,
’T was not my state that charmed their sight,
They loved my youthful beauty more.
Although the Scot with sombre mien
Gives me a crown, I still repine;
I only wished to be a queen,
Ye sons of France, to call you mine.
Adieu, beloved France, etc.
My youthful spirit to elate;
On Caledonia’s rugged ground,
Ah! changed indeed will be my fate.
E’en now terrific omens seem
To threaten ill,—my heart is scared;
I see, as in a hideous dream,
A scaffold for my death prepared.
Adieu, beloved France, etc.
The Stuart’s hapless child may feel,
E’en as she now looks through her tears,
So will her glances seek thee still.
Alas! the ship too swiftly sails,
O’er me are spreading other skies,
And night with humid mantle veils
Thy fading coast from these sad eyes.
Adieu, beloved France, etc.