Oh, in a time of war there must come love
If it be in the form of children’s dance
Or soaring on the pale wings of doves
Or in a sacred day of high romance.
The world comes apart and falls amiss
And beauty is a word now rarely said
Yet there is pacifism in a kiss
And for an hour, concord is not dead.
Reawakened hearts that slumbered deep
Breathe in the royal pomp and pageantry
Of marriage, elegance … and war’s short sleep:
Of all the things these regal vows decree.
And now ye take her for thy wedded wife
To have and cherish ‘til the end of life.
Shakespearean sonnet to Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, and Prince William.
It might seem silly, but the royal wedding gave me a wonderful feeling of peace and calm, as if everything, for a brief time, was properly aligned in the world.
I love royalty because it is such an antiquated tradition – it seems like it belongs in a fairy tale or old, old history book, not modern times. And yet here it is, out of place in our world but thriving. So in that way, it’s a touch magical.
I know there are plenty of nay-sayers, and that’s fine. Not everyone agrees. But when you are a little girl hoping, deep down, that you’re actually a princess, or will marry Prince William … well, seeing your dream come true in the form of someone as fresh and sweet as Kate Middleton is … beautiful.