SONNET ON THE CROWNING OF HER MAJESTY, QUEEN ELIZABETH II

For this immortal moment, there has been
Relived, long centuries of pageantry:
And now, enthroned, Elizabeth, our Queen,
Radiant, proud, with regal piety,
Receives the symbols of her high estates;
The Spurs, the Orb, the Ring, and, at her waist,
The jewelled Sword of Justice: Silence waits:
St. Edward's Crown is reverently placed:
The hushed and solemn, supreme moment falls,
And voices, loud in acclamation, hurled
About the old enshadowed Abbey walls,
Resound through England and a waiting world,
"God Save the Queen", and each a homage pays
In humble dedication, pride and praise.


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2nd June 1953. I'm told (I have no actual recollection) that we watched the Queen's coronation live on TV. Our little black & white goggle box. We were the first in our street to have one, so neighbours joined us to witness 'history' being made. My otherwise socialist father commemorated the occasion with this patriotic Sonnet.

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