Page:The Unconquered Air, Coates, 1912.djvu/45

 Rh And though the lordly pine that scorns to bend

Must fall at last,—she knows there is no end.

Sure of her birthright—elemental, vast,—

Calmly she waits; but man, to whom is given

Earth in its fullness and the dream of heaven,

Still looks with fond regret unto a past

Whose colors fade not in the distant light,

But rather to his worship grow more bright,

And careless as to that the future saith,

Pays tribute to the nothingness of death.

When the fourth Henry, in that chamber called

Jerusalem, lay dying, with what fear,

Knowing the Angel-of-the-Shadow near,

Must he have viewed the future and, appalled,

Beheld succeeding to his perilous throne—

To reign and rule alone—

One who to Folly turned a laughing face,

Dallied with Fortune, and out-dared Disgrace.

More grievous, as the fatal hour drew nigh,

More dreadful than the death he might not fly,

More poignant than regret or mortal pain

Or memories of woeful Richard slain,—

More tragic than all else to him the thought

That his own offspring, in but little while,