Who stood against me, enemies of God.
Lo! I have failed of all my purposes,
And age has come upon me like a cloud;
And these old shoulders groan beneath the shame,
The bitterness, the burden of defeat:
Yet I have seen the star, where others saw
Only the froth and spume of angry storms.”
He gazed on her with patient, gentle eyes;
Bowed, sate she, with her hands clasped round her knees,
Incarnate sorrow: then her lion’s head