“If thou wert but ten years older
I would make thee a knight,” he said.
“Alas!” sighed the boy, recalling
The scorn and the cruel jeers
Of his brothers, “I am not worthy,
Because of my youthful years!”
And wasted, and weak, and pallid,
He sank with a weary moan,
His fetters clanking around him,
There at the foot of the throne.