We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
KING AND NO KING
'Would it were anything but merely voice!'
The No King cried who after that was King,
Because he had not heard of anything