Idylls Of The King - Couverture souple

These to His Memory-since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears These I dylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my kings ideal knight, Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong Who spake no slander, no, nor listen dto it Who loved one only and who clave to her Her over all whose realms to their last isle, Commingled with the gloom of imminent war. The shadow of His loss drew like eclipse, Darkening the world. We have lost him: he is gone: We knew him now: all narrow jealousies A re silent: and we see him as he moved, How modest, kindly, all accomplish d, wise. With what sublime repression of himself. And in what limits, and how tenderly Not swaying to this faction or to that.
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