Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Rotten Row, Hyde Park
By Frederick Locker-Lampson (18211895)I
As well as much that ’s gay;
I ’d like the country if I could,
I like the Park in May:
And when I ride in Rotten Row,
I wonder why they called it so.
The crowd is smartly drest:
The Ladies’ Mile has overflowed,
The chairs are in request:
The nimble air, so soft and clear,
Can hardly stir a ringlet here.
And drop my bridle-rein,
And, quite alone, indulge at ease
The philosophic vein:
I ’ll moralize on all I see,—
I think it all was made for me!
The sunbeam never shines;
Young ladies here can talk and trot
With statesmen and divines:
Could I have chosen, I ’d have been
A Duke, a Beauty, or a Dean!
What well-appointed hacks!
What glory in their pace,—and then
What beauties on their backs!
My Pegasus would never flag
If weighted as my lady’s nag.
Who once rode laughing by?
I miss the curls of Cantilupe,
The smile of Lady Di:
They all could laugh from night to morn,
And Time has laughed them all to scorn.
With dukes and dandy earls;
I then was thought a nice young man
By rather nice young girls;
I ’ve half a mind to join Miss Browne,
And try one canter up and down.
And dream of days of yore;
For me bright eyes have lost the smile,
The sunny smile they wore:—
Perhaps they say, what I ’ll allow,
That I ’m not quite so handsome now.