King. Sure never was so sad a king as I![142]
My life is worn as ragged as a coat[143]
A beggar wears; a prince should put it off.
To love a captive and a giantess![144]
Oh love! oh love! how great a king art thou!
My tongue's thy trumpet, and thou trumpetest,
Unknown to me, within me. Oh, Glumdalca![145]
Heaven thee design'd a giantess to make,
But an angelic soul was shuffled in.
I am a multitude of walking griefs,[146]