Sunday Poetry - Lord Byron

I've preordered the DVD of Wolf Hall from the UK & I've just finished listening to the audio book of Georgette Heyer's Royal Escape, about the flight of Charles II after Worcester, so this poem seems appropriate. Byron loathed the Prince Regent & I'm sympathetic to that point of view as I don't think poor Prinny had much to recommend him.

It's called Windsor Poetics & Byron prefaces the poem with this explanation -

Lines composed on the occasion of His Royal Highness the Prince Regent being seen standing between the coffins of Henry VIII and Charles I, in the royal vault at Windsor.

Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;
Between them stands another sceptred thing—
It moves, it reigns—in all but name, a king:

Charles to his people, Henry to his wife,
—In him the double tyrant starts to life:
Justice and Death have mixed their dust in vain,
Each royal Vampire wakes to life again.
Ah, what can tombs avail!—since these disgorge
The blood and dust of both—to mould a George