And not brought home the ceremonies done
Are empty, for afar his body brave
Lies lost, deep buried by the wandering wave,
Or ’neath the foes his fury fell upon,—
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So was her hearse: and with it went afore,
Singing the solemn dirge that moves to tears,
The singers; and behind, clad as for war,
The King uncrown’d among his mournful peers,
All ’neath their armour robed in linen white;