And I am strong!—the very word calls up
From the dark past, thoughts, feelings, powers, array’d
In arms against thee! Know’st thou whom I loved,
While my soul’s dwelling-place was still on earth?
One who was born for empire, and endow’d
With such high gifts of princely majesty,
As bow’d all hearts before him! Was he not
Brave, royal, beautiful? And such he died;
He died!—hast thou forgotten?—And thou’rt here,
Thou meet’st my glance with eyes which coldly look’d,