| WOULD it were anything but merely voice! The No King cried who after that was King, Because he had not heard of anything That balanced with a word is more that noise; Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail Somewhere of somehow that I have forgot, Though he'd but cannon - Whereas we that had though To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale Have been defeated by that pledge you gave In momentary anger long ago; And I that have not your faith, how shall I know That in th eblinding light beyond the grave We'll find so good a thing as that we have lost? The hourly kindness, the day's common speech. The habitual content of each with each Men neither soul nor body has been crossed. |
| King And No King |