An die Königin Elisabeth
To Queen Elizabeth

Gedichte der Königin Maria Stuart Poems of Queen Mary Stuart

Mary Stuart

A single thought, joyful, troubling,
Has long possessed my mind,
So fear and hope give voice
As the restless hours unwind.

Now, this paper, my heart’s chosen envoy
My deep desire for a meeting to evince,
Does, dear Sister, make me fearful once again,
For it lacks the power to convince.

All but hidden in the harbour, lies a boat
Locked down by storm and battling waves,
The heavens’ happy aspect grizzled by the night.

Buffeted by care and fear, that is my plight.
Not through you, Sister –
It is how fate behaves,
Reducing oft our trusted sail to shreds.