The sunlit towers—the sparkling waves
In pallid embers, crumble down;
As Ragnal by the fire sits,
A leprous Prince without a crown!
“O lily, nurtured by the sea!
Sweet Dympna, long-lost, promised bride!
Thine unknown Christ”—(he cries aloud):
“This night hath triumph’d o’er my pride!
Forgive me!”—Lo! a gust of song