At thought of truth or knowledge wanting aid.
His mind a very sword to make afraid,
A very fire to beacon at the turn.
His step swift as a panther’s, his will fierce
To be about the beauty of some deed,
Since beauty’s being is his spirit’s food.
His voice caressing where it does not pierce;
His wrath like lightning: he is King: indeed
He is much more, a King with gratitude.
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