Without a crown, without a kingdom’s care:
When in July thou’st bidden all farewell—
Methinks I hear thee still in yonder vale;
And long the joy to list thy voice again
When winter’s past, and spring resumes her reign.
III.
Now in the spring-time of the coming year,
When in the south celestial hemisphere
Proud Horus mounted with increasing strength,
And each succeeding day had grown in length;—