King And No King
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 than noise;
Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail
Somewhere or somehow that I have fot,
Though hed but on - Whereas we that had thought
To have lit upon as and sweet a tale
Have beeed by that pledge you gave
In momentary anger long ago;
And I that have not your faith, how shall I know
That in the blinding light beyond the grave
Well find so good a thing as that we have lost?
The hourly kindness, the days on speech.
The habitual tent of each with each
Meher soul nor body has been crossed.