A priviledge, not a burden
The power of Love to wield.
In the name of the highest;
Crowned a king; alike throned.
As far beyond that wall afield
Each castles'; cloud-horizoned.
A great honour, the greatest
Entrusted them vowed knightly
Raise not a gold-fingered hand
But tears to wipe, warding off
In black who for Despondency
At such saving gestures scoff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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