A Century of Roundels/To Dora Dorian

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

TO DORA DORIAN.

Child of two strong nations, heir
Born of high-souled hope that smiled,
Seeing for each brought forth a fair
⁠Child,

By thy gracious brows, and wild
Golden-clouded heaven of hair,
By thine eyes elate and mild,

Hope would fain take heart to swear
Men should yet be reconciled,
Seeing the sign she bids thee bear,
⁠Child.