I have learned from a water lily.”
“Carol us then thy pretty song,
Sir Poet!” the king cried, sneering;
So standing stateliest of them all
The length of the royal banquet hall,
And flinging a look unfearing,
Full on the king and his court, who sat
Smiling in fine derision,
He sang or chanted as chants a seer
When sense is fading, and draweth near