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 The king who lost his crown before he had it,

And saw it melt in hell.”

When he had ceased

I could almost have heard those drums of death

Pounding him on to a defeated grave,

Which, had I not by chance encountered him

Beating another drum for the Lord’s glory

There in the street, would have been no man's grave,

Like that of one before him who still wears

The crown he could not lose. I thought of him,

Whose tomb was an obscure and stormy legend,

Sure of how little he had cared for that—

And how much less would this man here have cared

Whether he found a nameless grave, or no grave,

So long as he had left himself alive