I would give England’s crown, my sire!
To hear thee bless thy son.
“Speak to me! Mighty grief
Ere now the dust hath stirr’d!
Hear me, but hear me!—father, chief,
My king! I must be heard!
Hush’d, hush’d—how is it that I call,
And that thou answerest not?
When was it thus?——Woe, woe for all
The love my soul forgot!