Would scamper to the door way if they saw
The scarlet peak of Lionel’s red hood.
“Dear fool” they called him loudly, “thou wert good
To bring the frosted cake! Come in and see
Our little Lishelk—hark! she calls for thee!”
And so’t was ever. On his way the king
With softened heart saw many a grievous thing:
But love he found and charity. And when
He crept at dawn through palace gates again,
He knew that he who rules by fear alone