Time to Eternity may not haste;

Not till the last Hour's wing is furled

Within the gate my reign is past!

O Earth! O World! fair, false and vain,

I grieve not at my closing reign."

Yet spirit-sore

The dead king noted a palace door;

He saw the gay crowd gather in;

He scanned the face of each passer by;

Snowiest soul, and heart of sin;