The Ghosts Of Mary, Queen Of Scots
The Ghosts of Mary, Queen of Scots
Up to date on February 16, 2015 Helen Murphy Howell moreContact Writer This is a poem written by Mary Queen of Scots in Fotheringhay Castle as she awaited execution.
Alas what am I What use has my life
I am but a physique whose heart’s torn away,
A vain shadow, an object of misery
Who has nothing left but dying-in-life.
O my enemies, set your envy all aside;
I’ve no more eagerness for high domain;
I’ve borne too lengthy the burden of my pain
To see your anger swiftly happy.
And also you, my mates who’ve beloved me so true,
Remember, missing well being and coronary heart and peace,
There is nothing worthwhile that I can do;
Ask solely that my misery ought to cease
And that, being punished stone island white polo shirt in a world like this,
I’ve my portion in eternal bliss.
Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, stays an enigma. Among the details about her is accurate, some probably so, much is conjecture – perhaps to fit in with a picture already formed by centuries of hearsay and rumour.