Page:The city of dreadful night - and other poems (IA cityofdreadfulni00thomrich).pdf/170



did we lack our own right royal king, The glory of our peaceful realm and race. By no long years of restless travailing, By no fierce wars or intrigues bland and base, Did he attain his superlofty place; But one fair day he lounging to the throne Reclined thereon with such possessing grace That all could see it was in sooth his own, That it for him was fit and he for it alone.

He there reclined as lilies on a river, All cool in sunfire, float in buoyant rest; He stirred as flowers that in the sweet south quiver; He moved as swans move on a lake's calm breast,