But, riding through this crowd, there came to me
A moment when I saw the hopelessness
In him, the hopelessness in all the world,
Whose praises are as crowns corruptible,
Born, as their worthless blame, of ignorance.
“I paused not long upon this wintry thought.
The world that I had won, before mine eyes
Broke into colour, motion, victory,
With banners breaking gay, and flashing steel
In serried ranks, as Sigebert rode close