KNOW him by his falcon eye,
His raven tress and mien of pride;
Those dingy draperies, as they fly,
Tell that a great soul throbs inside!
No eagle-feathered crown he wears,
Capping in pride his kingly brow;
But his crownless hat in grief declares,
“I am an unthroned monarch now!”
“O noble son of a royal line!”
I exclaim, as I gaze into his face,