Buckingham Palace: The Victoria Memorial

Here, on a plinth, sits Queen Victoria.
She is clearly no prey to euphoria.
I wonder, does she regret
That system of world-wide emporia
On which the sun, intermittently shining,
Was reputed never to set?

She watches the crowd of phantasmagoria,
And rebukes them, lest they forget
That you must wear a thin red lining
If you’re going to sit out in the wet.