For light of your life.
Ah desire that was urgent to Romeward,
And feet that were swifter than fate’s,
And the noise of the speed of them homeward
For mutation and fall of estates!
Ah the days when your riding to Dover
Was prayed for and precious as gold,
The journeys, the deeds that are over,
The praise of them told.
But the days of your reign are departed,