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On his bed the king was lying— On his purple bed*; "Tell us not that he is dying;" So his soldiers said, "He is yet too young to die. Have ye drugged the cup ye gave him†,       From the fatal spring? Is it yet too late to save him?     We will see our king! Let his faithful ones draw nigh, The silver-shielded warriors— The warriors of the world!"

Back they fling the fragrant portals Of the royal tent‡;