IX.
I loved the river well; but not till now
Did I perceive the marvels of the shore.
This is a cave, and this an emerald floor;
And here Sir Englantine might make a vow,
And here a king, a guilty king, might bow
Before a child, and break his word no more.
X.
The day is dying. I shall see him die,
And I shall watch the sunset, and the red