LPiA-25 Nov. 25

[Mostly Holy]

"Blue Blood"

With rime of Northern gloom they came,
to trade their wrath for plundered gold.
They settled on a coastal plain;
French wine and law thawed Nordic cold.

Their tribe outlived their founder's fame,
and became a just authority.
With towers of stone they held their claim,
and turned war into chivalry.

Then came Hastings: Two fates converged,
and with Harold's death came Norman lords.
They took local wives, claimed field and verge,
and slowly grew English as a rose.

But still they wear their quality,
their manner smart, not bold or bright;
And tho we feign equality,
their names and lands mark ancient rights.

England ruled the oceans wide,
but she was ever a Norman bride.