6.
The King died yesterday.... Ah, no, he died
When young Love perished long, so long ago;
And on his throne, as marble at my side,
Has reigned a carven image, cold as snow,
Though all men bowed before it, crying: "King!"
Too late, too late the chains which held me fall;
Rock-bound, I bade the victor-knight go by;
And now, when time has loosed me from the thrall,
I know not where he tarries, 'neath what sky