King And No King

King And No King

WOULD it were anything but merely voice!

The No King cried who after that was King,

Because he had not heard of anything

That balanced with a word is more than noise;

Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail

Somewhere or somehow that I have forgot,

Though hed but cannon - Whereas we that had thought

To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale

Have been defeated by that pledge you gave

In momentary anger long ago;

And I that have not your faith, how shall I know

That in the blinding light beyond the grave

Well find so good a thing as that we have lost?

The hourly kindness, the days common speech.

The habitual content of each with each

Men neither soul nor body has been crossed.